(an outtake that will surface somewhere, at some point...). . The beadle says I killed them all. My wife, my screaming child. I'm dying in the morning.
I'll sing you the desert, where blackmen sailed. Waterhole to water, where whitemen failed. See the face of dreamers, forgotten souls. Hear the voice of cattlemen crackle in the coals.
Sometimes I look into your eyes. I'm trying to see the light that shines back at me. Sometimes there's nothing there. Sometimes it's hard to care. Sometimes I'm scared that I don't know.
You could be anywhere. But if you think of me. Know that you're on my mind. Got my soul in you hands. No matter what you do. I know it must be right. I'm a man of the world.
I was standing on a corner kicking my heels. Had my coat buttoned up beneath my chin. And I saw in some girl's eyes, she thought I was making deals. There was just me and the clock struck out.
Give your love away. It's not the way you seem. 'Cause someone's just come in your life. And broken up your dreams. . Look into my eyes. And tell me what you see.
by John Williamson. . Send down the rain, Lord, if you don't mind.. Send down the rain, lightning and thunder,. If my crops don't get a drink we cannot stay.
Give me one thing I can believe. Give me one thing I can touch. Taste. Want. Take again. And again. And again. Give me something I can't remember. Forget me not.
Poor heart, what to do?. Dim the light. There's no respite. For you, for you. . Poor heart, can you see?. Will you beat. A sad retreat for me?. Poor heart.
See you moving through the square. In your motorcycle leather. Diamonds cascade at your feet. In an instant we are forever. See you're a rebel with a cause.
At night, he sits alone and he's looking at the stars. He listens to them playing guitars. Him and Phil go back a long long way. They talked about marching and dying all in one day.
Well, you fooled me say your livin' in France. Drinkin' cheap champagne, got a second chance. You got a lover and he's six feet five. Ain't he shakin' you up, ain't you glad you're alive?.
People love to watch you die. And wonderful to tell. People you have never met. Claim to know you well. People love to watch you die. Dig your dignity.
by John Williamson. . She had her back to him. As he walked in through the door. He'd been down in the forest. He said, "I cut me a walkin' stick palm.
When I was young they took me to the dentist. I had a toothache, but that's okay. They gave me some time and that night in my bedroom. I worked it loose, like I used to do.
Yesterday he was walking through the park. On the way back from work it was getting dark. He saw autumn trees with their peeling bark. She was sitting on a bench.
by John Williamson. . I'm just a river crying out. You don't love me anymore. You float your boats and bottles. And spew out on my shore. . You don't love me anymore.
Everything's changed and it's all for the best. And it's all gone according to plan. It's out in the open and now it's all over. Three cheers for every woman and man.
She's just a working girl from Baltimore. She'll choose you, she's been there. She's been there and back again. It's in and out, it's up, it's down, it's a mercenary.