Over Lord Hills Bridge we must go. Where the hearts burn at night and the guns unload. Oceanographers are charting the rise of the seas. Today is a submarine setting course to a land under me.
We must fight. the good fight. changing wrongs to rights.. Like Malcolm X -. kissed off his slave name,. kissed off his master's god,. raised his fist in righteous rage..
Friday night in the Kingdom of Doom. Oh, ravens fly across the moon. All in now, there's a noise in the sky. Following all the rules and not asking why.
Oh no, why can't you get along?. Okay, I know it's not my place. I've got to say something. I've got to say something. I've got speak. . She'll never leave.
Come the day. You see the sun. Hit the arch. A history song. . If you don't know it now. Then you will do. If you don't know it now. Then you will do.
Autumn s come. And the leaves are lookin brown and dry.. Sun swings low,. A fruit resists the thirsty ground.. Uselessly,. I try to coax a cloud or two..
Well I'm goin' out west. Where the wind blows tall. 'Cause Tony Franciosa. Used to date my ma. They got some money out there. They're giving it away. I'm gonna do what I want.
She's a wicked girl worse than all the world. A mystery lies in her. She spends her days in a violent rage. Try as I might, I love her. . Every time the tears are dry the story goes.
"Love is Strange". Dick told Twain,. "fan that distant spark. and realize the animal. within each beating heart".. Don't be stalling. when love comes crawling..
Standing on the dark canal. By the gas works. Celebrate the ghosts gone by. When the love hurt. . And the medicine man here twenty four seven. You can get it fast in Armageddon.
It's getting better all the time. I used to get mad at my school. The teachers who taught me weren't cool. You're holding me down, turning me round. Filling me up with your rules.
I wrote this song years ago. Late at night somewhere. On the Goldhawk Road. I was never sure how or why. . Before the war and the tidal wave. Engulfed us all, it's true.
Lies, lies.. Pile 'em up to the sky.. Stuff yer smile. at the roadkill pile.. Schools out. for the "Wally & Beave",. 'cause surfs up. at the Silver Spoon Prep..
I wear the same shoes as everyone. I get the same blues as everyone. So try and call me. I'm immobile man, yes I am. . Got a haircut, got a silver tooth.
December '61.. My dad's wages light.. Still on that salary. We, all four, could sleep tight.. . Right now if you drank from. That very same well,. You'd need a run of luck.
When the hard day come from the magical lamp. That you touch there. And you can't get home, it doesn't compare. You got all love and war. . Now we're all uptight with fever inside.
A trippy hipster,. In another time,. Sang that love is all around -. Which sounded. Pretty ridiculous. To a kid who shilled for the house.. . I ll tell you a secret.
I love this island but this island's killing me. Sitting here in silence, man, I don't get no peace. The waves upon my shore take me away piece by piece.
I'm free to run, I walk slowly, along. And everyone, walkin' slowly, along. I walk slowly, along. . I've been walkin' far too long. Drag my feet like everyone.
Wake up feeling good. Go to bed frequently lost in the wood. A soldiers tale of soul winning love. No drunken stuff spewing out of my mouth. All over now, out.