Your magnetic movements; Still capture the minutes I'm in.
Lay down your weary tune, lay down,; Lay down the song you strum,; And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings; No voice can hope to hum.
I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail,; Poisoned in the bushes an' blown out on the trail,; Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn.
Put your hand on my head, baby, do I have a temperature?
Can you tell me what we're waiting for, senor?
I know God is my shield and he won't lead me astray
Time passes slowly when you're searchin' for love.
She still lives inside of me, we've never been apart.
It was true that in his later years he would not carry a gun; "I'm around too many children," he'd say, "they should never know of one."
She said, "Be easy, baby,; There ain't nothin' worth stealin' in here."
That's how it is when things disintegrate
Am I no longer a part of your plans or your dreams?
I'm in love with a woman who don't even appeal to me
Don't even hear a murmur of a prayer; It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.
It's many a guard; That stands around smilin',; Holdin' his club; Like he was a king.
Because something is happening here; But you don't know what it is; Do you, Mister Jones?
Today on the countryside it was a-hotter than a crotch
Don't know if I saw you, if I would kiss you or kill you; It probably wouldn't matter to you anyhow
Just like you I'm wondrin' what I'm doin' here.; Just like you I'm wondrin' what's goin' on.
What good am I if I say foolish things; And I laugh in the face of what sorrow brings; And I just turn my back while you silently die,; What good am I?
I'm going out of my mind; With a pain that stops and starts
Well, I asked for something to eat; I'm hungry as a hog; So I get brown rice, seaweed; And a dirty hot dog
if every bone in his body was broken he would never admit it
Well my house is on fire, burning to the sky
Now there's spiritual warfare and flesh and blood breaking down.; Ya either got faith or ya got unbelief and there ain't no neutral ground.
Do I need your permission to turn the other cheek?; If you can read my mind, why must I speak?
But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here,; All the pigeons gonna run to him.
But does anyone hear the music they play
Does anyone even try?
But I mean no harm nor put fault, On anyone that lives in a vault, But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him.
Oh, some of us'll end up; In St. Cloud Prison,; And some of us'll wind up, To be lawyers and things
Don't have to look no further, you're the soul of many things.
I'll remember you; At the end of the trail,; I had so much left to do,; I had so little time to fail.
I don't need no alibi when I'm spending time with you.; I've heard all of them rumors and you have heard 'em too.
My heart's in the Highlands at the break of dawn; By the beautiful lake of the Black Swan; Big white clouds, like chariots that swing down low; Well my heart's in the Highlands; Only place left to go
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
All the people we used to know; Are an illusion to me now
Insanity is smashing up against my soul; You can say I was on anything but a roll; If I had a conscience, well I just might blow my top; What would I do with it anyway ; Maybe take it to the pawn shop
He said, Are you lookin' for somethin' easy to catch?; I said, I got no money. He said, That ain't necessary.
He got an all girl orchestra and when he says; "Strike up the band," they hit it
The vagabond who's rapping at your door; Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
We sat in an empty theater and we kissed,; I asked ya please to cross me off-a your list.
If this is love then gimme more; And more and more and more and more.
Won't you dance with me?; I'm fallin' in love with you.
Now the moon is almost hidden; The stars are beginning to hide; The fortunetelling lady; Has even taken all her things inside
Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?
I been to Sugar Town, I shook the sugar down
I couldn't see what you could show me; Your scarf had kept your mouth well hid
I'm walking through streets that are dead
So long, New York.; Howdy, East Orange.
It's the ways of the flesh to war against the spirit; Twenty-four hours a day you can feel it and you can hear it; Using all the devices under the sun.
In your teardrops, I can see my own reflection
Gon' walk on down that dirt road 'til I'm right beside the sun
Now at midnight all the agents; And the superhuman crew; Come out and round up everyone; That knows more than they do
No knife could ever cut our love apart
I've still got the scars that the sun didn't heal
Seen the arrow on the doorpost; Saying, "This land is condemned; All the way from New Orleans; To Jerusalem."
