Handy dandy, he got a basket of flowers and a bag full or sorrow
Look into infinity, all you see is trouble.
I can still hear the sounds of those Methodist bells; I'd taken the cure and had just gotten through
You don't want a love that's pure; You wanna drown love; You want a watered-down love
Don't trust me to show you love; When my love may be only lust.
There was music in the cafes at night; And revolution in the air.
Do you ever wonder just what God requires?; You think He's just an errand boy to satisfy your wandering desires.
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go; To the valley below
Well, I try my best; To be just like I am,; But everybody wants you; To be just like them.
An' here I sit so patiently; Waiting to find out what price; You have to pay to get out of; Going through all these things twice.
I see people who are supposed to know better standin' around like furniture.
Done so many evil things in the name of love, it's a crying shame; I never did see no fire that could put out a flame.
Cities on fire, phones out of order
People disagreeing everywhere you look,; Makes you wanna stop and read a book.
You're the one I've been looking for,; You're the one that's got the key.; But I can't figure out whether I'm too good for you; Or you're too good for me.
Now, I can't go back to what was, baby,; I can't unring the bell.
The truth was obscure, too profound and too pure, to live it you have to explode.
The pump don't work; 'Cause the vandals took the handles
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
We sat in an empty theater and we kissed,; I asked ya please to cross me off-a your list.
Democracy don't rule the world,; You'd better get that in your head.; This world is ruled by violence; But I guess that's better left unsaid.
Well, they're not showing any lights tonight; And there's no moon.
Behind every beautiful thing there's been some kind of pain
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born
So long, New York.; Howdy, East Orange.
But is your heart made out of stone, or is it lime; Or is it just solid rock?
At the corrida we'll sit in the shade; And watch the young torero stand alone.; We'll drink tequila where our grandfathers stayed; When they rode with Villa into Torreon.
Shine your light, shine your light on me; Ya know I just couldn't make it by myself.; I'm a little too blind to see
she's true, like ice, like fire
In the fury of the moment I can see the Master's hand; In every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand.
You say you love me; And you're thinkin' of me,; But you know you could be wrong.
My feet are so tired, my brain is so wired
Put your ear to the train tracks, put your ear to the ground,; You ever feel like you're never alone even when there's nobody else around?; Since the beginning of the universe man's been cursed by trouble.
Nations are angry, cursed are some,; People are expecting a false peace to come.
I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours
Now, a very great man once said; That some people rob you with a fountain pen.; It didn't take too long to find out; Just what he was talkin' about.
Put your hand on my head, baby, do I have a temperature?
Drinkin' man listens to the voice he hears; In a crowded room full of covered up mirrors; Lookin' into the lost forgotten years; For dignity
Wiggle 'til you're high, wiggle 'til you're higher,; Wiggle 'til you vomit fire
Junk is piling up, taking up space
Some things last longer than you think they will; There are some kind of things you can never kill
I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea; Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other times it's only me.
What's lost is lost, we can't regain what went down in the flood
The angels play on their horns all day,; The whole earth in progression seems to pass by.; But does anyone hear the music they play,; Does anyone even try?
Whatever you gonna do,; Please do it fast.
And now the heart is filled with gold; As if it was a purse.; But, oh, what kind of love is this; Which goes from bad to worse?
Any day now, any day now,; I shall be released.
Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.
And, when I was through; I filled up my shoe; And brought it to you.
But nothing really matters much, it's doom alone that counts
And every time you get this close; It makes me want to scream
Oh what dear daughter 'neath the sun; Would treat a father so,; To wait upon him hand and foot; And always tell him, "No"?
Just like you I'm wondrin' what I'm doin' here.; Just like you I'm wondrin' what's goin' on.
Always on the outside of whatever side there was,; When they asked him why it had to be that way, "Well," he answered, "just because."
don't criticize; what you can't understand.
But it's like I'm stuck inside a painting; That's hanging in the Louvre
