Temptation's not an easy thing

Was that the thunder that I heard?;
My head is vibrating, I feel a sharp pain

If you want to live easy Baby pack your clothes with mine

No, no, no, it ain't me, babe

You're gonna have to serve somebody.

Ring them bells, for the time that flies,;
For the child that cries;
When innocence dies.

The sun's not yellow it's chicken

Everybody must get stoned.

If you want somebody you can trust, trust yourself.

You could make me cry if you don't know.

This time tomorrow I'll know you better;
When my memory is not so short.

I could say that I'd be faithful, I could say it in one sweet, easy breath;
But to you that would be cruelty and to me it surely would be death.

She got a weird sense of humor that's all her own

Don't the moon look good, mama, Shinin' through the trees?

Louise, she's all right, she's just near;
She's delicate and seems like the mirror;
But she just makes it all too concise and too clear;
That Johanna's not here

It ain't my cup of meat.

Oh the fishes will laugh;
As they swim out of the path;
And the seagulls they'll be smiling.

Either I'm too sensitive or else I'm gettin' soft.

When they came for Him in the garden, did they know?

Lost time is not found again

You'd better do somethin' quick;
She's your lover now.

It's many a guard;
That stands around smilin',;
Holdin' his club;
Like he was a king.

You have explained every mystery.;
What can I do for You?

You can make me cry;
Never say goodbye

She's got everything she needs,;
She's an artist, she don't look back

People disagreeing everywhere you look,;
Makes you wanna stop and read a book.

I see nothing to be gained by any explanation;
There are no words that need to be said

I thought somehow that I would be spared this fate

Your cracked country lips,;
I still wish to kiss,;
As to be under the strength of your skin.

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

If I ever lose her I will go insane;
I go half crazy when she calls my name

I wouldn't be ashamed to be seen with you anywhere.

The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.;
Take what you have gathered from coincidence.

She's a hypnotist collector

If dogs run free, why not me;
Across the swamp of time?

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.

For I know that you know that I know that you know;
Something is tearing up your mind.

Can't you make any sound?

Reality has always had too many heads

Well, I'm livin' in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line,;
Beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine.

People on the platforms;
Waiting for the trains;
I can hear their hearts a-beatin';
Like pendulums swinging on chains

What happened to the real you, you've been captured but by whom?

But even the president of the United States, Sometimes must have, To stand naked.

Now, when I was just a bawlin' child,;
I saw what I wanted to be

When there is no more,;
You cut to the core;
Quicker than anyone I knew.

Where black is the color, where none is the number

Oh my name it is nothin';
My age it means less

My head tells me it's time to make a change;
But my heart is telling me I love ya but you're strange.

Well my house is on fire, burning to the sky

How long can I stay in this nowhere café

Sometimes I feel so low-down and disgusted

Now the moon is almost hidden;
The stars are beginning to hide;
The fortunetelling lady;
Has even taken all her things inside

It's too hot to sleep time is running away

Without freedom of speech, I might be in the swamp.

Won't you come with me, baby?;
I'll take you where you wanna go.;
And if it don't work out, You'll be the first to know

Well, anybody can be just like me, obviously;
But then, now again, not too many can be like you, fortunately.

They'll stone you when you're playing your guitar.

I'm just sitting here beating on my trumpet

You don't need a weather man;
To know which way the wind blows