If you don't believe there's a price for this sweet paradise, remind me to show you the, scars.
I'm listening to Neil Young, I gotta turn up the sound; Someone's always yelling turn it down
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
Do you know where we're headin'?; Lincoln County Road or Armageddon?
Wealth is a filthy rag; So erotic so unpatriotic; So wrapped up in the American flag
This wheel shall explode!
I was in your presence for an hour or so; Or was it a day? I truly don't know.
Tell ev'rybody; Down in ol' 'Frisco; That Tiny Montgomery's comin'; Down to say Hello
There was music in the cafes at night; And revolution in the air.
I'm hungry and I'm irritable; And I'm tired of this bag of tricks.; At one time there was nothing wrong with me; That you could not fix.
'Twas then that I knew what he had on his mind.
But it's like I'm stuck inside a painting; That's hanging in the Louvre
I see people who are supposed to know better standin' around like furniture.
I still believe she was my twin, but I lost the ring.
Something there is about you that brings back a long forgotten truth
Sometimes I wonder what it's gonna take; To find dignity
Those are the hills of hell-fire my love; Where you and I will unite
But the magician is quicker and his game; Is much thicker than blood and blacker than ink
Was that the thunder that I heard?; My head is vibrating, I feel a sharp pain
I know God is my shield and he won't lead me astray
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
Heart of mine be still,; You can play with fire, But you'll get the bill
How can I explain?; Oh, it's so hard to get on
My conscience is beginning to bother me today.
So take heed, take heed of the western wind
But the enemy I see wears a cloak of decency,; All non-believers and men stealers talkin' in the name of religion
Give ya delusions of grandeur; And a evil eye; Give you idea that; You're too good to die
Oh a false clock tries to tick out my time
They like to take all this money from sin, build big universities to study in; Sing Amazing Grace all the way to the Swiss banks
Your cracked country lips,; I still wish to kiss,; As to be under the strength of your skin.
What makes the wind wanna blow tonight?
Train wheels runnin' through the back of my memory
I ain't lookin' for you to feel like me,; See like me or be like me.
My so-called friends have fallen under a spell.; They look me squarely in the eye and they say, "All is well."; Can they imagine the darkness that will fall from on high; When men will beg God to kill them and they won't be able to die?
A million faces at my feet; But all I see are dark eyes
A saxophone someplace far off played
Now, don't crowd me, lady; Or I'll fill up your shoe
Our conversation was short and sweet; It nearly swept me off-a my feet.
Tell her she can look me up if she's got the time.
Whatever you wanted; Slipped out of my mind
Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm.
I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea; Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other times it's only me.
All right, I'll take a chance, I will fall in love with you
The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face
When my life is over, it'll be like a puff of smoke
And every one of them words rang true; And glowed like burnin' coal; Pourin' off of every page; Like it was written in my soul from me to you
And I can't let go, won't let go, and I can't let go no more.
We're going all the way 'til the wheels fall off and burn
May you build a ladder to the stars; And climb on every rung.
Put my tears in a bottle
Screw the top on tight
Never could learn to drink that blood; And call it wine
This time tomorrow I'll know you better; When my memory is not so short.
She was born in spring, but I was born too late
Gonna take dancing lessons do the jitterbug rag; Ain't no shortcuts, gonna dress in drag; Only a fool in here would think he's got anything to prove
Well I don't dare close my eyes and I don't dare wink; Maybe in the next life I'll be able to hear myself think
Today on the countryside it was a-hotter than a crotch
She's a hypnotist collector
The way is long but the end is near, Already the fiesta has begun
