You don't want a love that's pure; You wanna drown love; You want a watered-down love
She once was a true love of mine
If you're a doctor, I need a shot of love.
Gonna sleep down in the parlor; And relive my dreams
Betrayed by a kiss on a cool night of bliss; In the valley of the missing link
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
I was just too stubborn to ever be governed by enforced insanity
Ring them bells, for the time that flies,; For the child that cries; When innocence dies.
Gon' walk on down that dirt road 'til I'm right beside the sun
Once I had mountains in the palm of my hand,; And rivers that ran through ev'ry day.
I'll give you more gold; Than your apron can hold; If you'll only let your hair hang low
A million faces at my feet; But all I see are dark eyes
Here is your throat back; Thanks for the loan
I looked at my watch; I looked at my wrist; I punched myself in the face with my fist
Oh, the only decent thing I did when I worked as a postal clerk; Was to haul your picture down off the wall near the cage where I used to work.; Was I a fool or not to try to protect your identity?; You looked a little burned out, my friend,; I thought it might be up to me.
I'm in the streets; With the tombstone blues
I got troubles, I think maybe you got troubles,; I think maybe we'd better leave each other alone.
I've been hit too hard, I've seen too much; Nothing can heal me now, but your touch
Scorpio Sphinx in a calico dress
All right, I'll take a chance, I will fall in love with you
In the day of confession; We cannot mock a soul.; Oh, when there's too much of nothing,; No one has control.
Heart of mine be still,; You can play with fire, But you'll get the bill
Then she says, "I know you're an artist, draw a picture of me!"; I say, "I would if I could, but, ; I don't do sketches from memory."
Searching for my double, looking for; Complete evaporation to the core
You don't need a weather man; To know which way the wind blows
I can't help it if I'm lucky.
How can I explain?; Oh, it's so hard to get on
When I met you, baby,; You didn't show no visible scars.
Just do your thing, you'll be king; If dogs run free.
I don't mind a reasonable amount of trouble
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
Rock me, pretty baby, rock me 'til everything gets real; Rock me for a little while, rock me 'til there's nothing left to feel; And I'll rock you too
I see people who are supposed to know better standin' around like furniture.
Boys in the street beginning to play; Girls like birds flying away
I can still hear the sounds of those Methodist bells; I'd taken the cure and had just gotten through
When my life is over, it'll be like a puff of smoke
Where black is the color, where none is the number
I'd never say; That I done it the way; That you'd have liked me to.
Turn your back, wash your hands,; There's always someone who understands
You're the other half of what I am, you're the missing piece
I'm just sitting here beating on my trumpet
I can change, I swear, oh, oh,; See what you can do.; I can make it through,; You can make it too.
What makes the wind wanna blow tonight?
Silver and gold; Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold
But does anyone hear the music they play
Does anyone even try?
Well, you're so bad and nasty; But I love you, yes I do
I can smile in the face of mankind.; Don't even remember what her lips felt like on mine; Most of the time.
Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Oh, some of us'll end up; In St. Cloud Prison,; And some of us'll wind up, To be lawyers and things
the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming
All the laughter is just making me sad
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.
Run your fingers down my spine; Bring me a touch of bliss
he not busy being born, Is busy dying
Someone showed me a picture and I just laughed; Dignity never been photographed
I've already ripped out the phones, honey.; You can't walk the streets in a war
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.
time is running backwards
I couldn't see what you could show me; Your scarf had kept your mouth well hid
