Standing on the edge of the cliff, I start to slip. Don't mind if I slide off. Now I feel my mood starts to lift, I find my grip. And the screaming fades away below.
Little Suzie Greenberg with her head caved in. Soon will let me drown beneath the undertow. You better put that woman in a loony bin. 'Cause you know I'd really like to be a part of her show.
Much ado is all I see. (Although my roots were deep). In fact it is surrounding me. The seething crowd intrudes all day. (I sank in hillsides deep). Until I'm finally swept away.
Well I needed lest restraint before. Well I needed to hit the lights and close the door. I'm fine, I'm fine, 'cause I'm. . Dripping in this strange design.
If you feel your love might quit. you only need a tiny bit. of two things I can help you see. togetherness and unity. . Take a tiny measure of them. to restore your flag in love.
Im pullin' the pavement from under my nails. I brush past a garden, dependent on whales. The slopin' companion, I cast down the ash. Yanked on my tunic and dangled my stash.
Got a blank space where my mind should be. Got a cliff bar and some cold green tea. Got clouds that seem to follow me. Got strange demands piled up on me.
Odors in the evening mist. spices that you can't resist. Curl around and resound. through caverns that the breeze has kissed. . Drawn inside, you hear a tone.
In the morning I pack up my gear. and toss it in my carryall. Run the wide load to the lip. and watch the big core crack and glow. . In the evening I undo my belt.
Oh, the people would come from far and away. They'd dance all night 'till the break of day. When the caller would holler "Do-si-do". You knew Uncle Pen was ready to go.
They call me the sloth. Way down in the ghetto. Italian spaghetti. Singing falsetto. . Sleeping all day. Rip Van Winklin'. Spend my nights in bars. Glasses tinklin'.
The pressure builds, you buy a gift. You're hoping that your dread will lift. It glitters on her like a glass. You shudder as it comes to pass. Apologize to Luce and Lil'.
Slave to the traffic light, slave. Slave to the traffic light, slave. . See the city, see the zoo. Traffic light won't let me through.
I can't describe the feeling when. . I'm in my bed asleep and then. I wake up with a vision blurred. And all my efforts are deterred. To reconstruct this image lost.
My glance is always darting, when I stroll the avenue. Avoiding all the obstacles that terrorize my view. And if you are there with me, I trust you to lead the way.
We've got it simple, 'cause we've got a band. And we've got cymbals in the band. We've got it simple, 'cause we've got a band. And we've got cymbals in the band.
The terrible thing about hell. Is that when you're there you can't even tell. As you move through this life you love so. You could be there and not even know.
Shaggy Dog, walkin' down. He walks all around. Shaggy Dog, where you been?. I been walkin' to see my friend. Knock on the door, wouldn't let me in.. Askin' me where I been.
If you would only stop to live. One moment at a time. You would I think, be startled by. The things that you would find. . Like scents you never noticed.