Saw you standing in the darkness. With your back against the wall. And your eyes looked kind of distant. Then I knew you'd seen it all. . It was then that you betrayed me.
Well, the streets are doing a war dance. As their sight is restored to the blind. And I'm sifting trash on the off chance. That there might be something to find.
My old flame, my wife, poor ghost old love. My old flame, my wife. One day in June, I drove by our old house in Maine. Everything changed for the best, how quivering and fierce we were.
No Krishna, Buddha, Jesus in my soul. 'Til the sun breaks through again. Down into nothing as I lose myself. In the perfections of Zen. She said: I got the answer.
Dad, I watched you fall. And split your head on the dock. I couldn't bear to see a lion so meek. In the Francis Jay Memorial Wing, so I never came. . My family tree is me.
Bob dylan is my father, joan baez is my mother. And I'm their bastard son. Though my roots show through I'm just 22. I don't belong to anyone. When the band was disbanded, I was disowned.
She had a criminal conversation with the devil. On the back seat of a burned out Toyota Camry. She said she'd finally found a way to start a family. But not one soul could conceive that she was on the level.
If you're traveling to north country fair. Where the winds hits heavy on borderline. Remember me to the one who lives there. She once was a true love of mine.
You know it's the time, oh, goodbye for now. I crudely descend the stairway to defend. . And my 424, me and my 424. Me and my 424, me and my 424. . I piss you off in slanted rhyme, walk away in 3 4 time.
When you don't know where you're going and you don't know why. It feels like another day's beaten into the night. Lay your head on my chest. Well, my beating heart pounds out the reason for this life.
by John Williamson. . Where ancient mountains are whittled down. Millions of years to a little mound. Where giant feet are fossil found. I see spinifex surfing on a dune,.
Been living in the city too long now. Even my lungs have started to groan. Everybody is singing their own song. Sometimes I wanna sing alone. Never been a primadonna.
Thinking about you tonight. In a 3-d hotel room in rome. Chainsmoking american cigarettes. And keeping my ear to the phone. Through the blinds to the street.
There's a panic on the streets. A reputation on a line. A revolution every minute. Nothing's gonna keep time. Ask why. Ask why. . The president's understudy.
At dawn I walked across my front lawn. Humming some bloodying, Nordic rowing song. It was raked and cut and comforting. To comfort I said so long. . I stole my girl from her backyard.
Australians all let us rejoice. For we are young and free. We've golden soil and wealth for toil. Our home is girt by sea. . Our land abounds in nature's gifts.
I've lost my rifle and bayonet. I've lost my pull-through too. I've lost the socks that you sent me. That lasted the whole winter through. . I've lost the razor that shaved me.
For so long, you've gone on. Trying to see an end to it all. But I know, that your grip is getting loose. . And you think, if you leave. The pain will go away.
Run with me. We'll ride over the great cliffs. Into the sea. We won't saddle up again. We won't run the track again. No more shots or medicine. . Run with me.
Dad, where are you going to?. Dont walk away so fast. Talk to your little boy. Or else I will be lost. . The night was dark. And his dad wasnt there. The kid he was wet with rain.