He looks so truthful, is this how he feels; Trying to peel the moon and expose it
Wealth is a filthy rag; So erotic so unpatriotic; So wrapped up in the American flag
Well, I wanna be your lover, baby, I don't wanna be your boss.
All right, I'll take a chance, I will fall in love with you
Well, I wake in the morning, Fold my hands and pray for rain.; I got a head full of ideas, That are drivin' me insane.
There was music in the cafes at night; And revolution in the air.
You can pound on the President's gate; But you oughta know by now it's gonna be too late.
The country music station plays soft; but there's nothing, really nothing, to turn off
My head tells me it's time to make a change; But my heart is telling me I love ya but you're strange.
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.
And then you told me later, as I apologized; That you were just kiddin' me, you weren't really from the farm
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.
I see, I see lovers in the meadow; I see, I see silhouettes in the window; I watch them 'til they're gone and they leave me hanging on ; To a shadow
In the home of the brave
Jefferson turnin’ over in his grave
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,; Should I leave them by your gate,; Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
And if my thought-dreams could be seen, They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
'Cause he doesn't tell you jokes or fairy tales, say he's got no style.
Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial
I don't wanna be hers, I wanna be yours.
I still got my voice left, I can take it anywhere I go
In the fury of the moment I can see the Master's hand; In every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand.
And the dirt of gossip blows into my face,; And the dust of rumors covers me.
Wiggle 'til you're high, wiggle 'til you're higher,; Wiggle 'til you vomit fire
You don't need a weather man; To know which way the wind blows
He said, Are you lookin' for somethin' easy to catch?; I said, I got no money. He said, That ain't necessary.
Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm.
I got nothing left to burn
I can't provide for you no easy answers,; Who are you that I should have to lie?
I'm T-boned and punctured; But I'm known to be calm
Now somebody's got to show their hand, time is an enemy
But the enemy I see
Wears a cloak of decency
Go 'way from my window,; Leave at your own chosen speed.
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.
You say you love me; And you're thinkin' of me,; But you know you could be wrong.
I'm going out of my mind; With a pain that stops and starts
I've gained some recognition but I lost my appetite.
They said it was the land of milk and honey,; now they say it's the land of money.; Who ever thought they could ever make that stick.
Praise be to Nero's Neptune; The Titanic sails at dawn; And everybody's shouting; Which Side Are You On?
If you want somebody you can trust, trust yourself.
May you build a ladder to the stars; And climb on every rung.
When the last rays of daylight go down; Buddy, you'll roll no more; I can hear the church bells ringing in the yard; I wonder who they're ringing for
Searching for my double, looking for; Complete evaporation to the core
the cops don't need you; and man they expect the same
This time tomorrow I'll know you better; When my memory is not so short.
Radiant jewel, mystical wife.
I can't help it if I'm lucky.
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.
Someone showed me a picture and I just laughed; Dignity never been photographed
Well, anybody can be just like me, obviously; But then, now again, not too many can be like you, fortunately.
Darkness at the break of noon
If you want to live easy
Baby pack your clothes with mine
You should be made; To wear earphones
All the tired horses in the sun; How'm I supposed to get any ridin' done? Hmm.
When I'm all alone; In the great unknown,; I'll remember you.
For the loser now; Will be later to win
Have I surrendered to the will of God; Or am I still acting like the boss?
Shall I hold you close?; Or Shall I let you go by?; Tell me.; Tell me.
In order to deal in this game, got to make the queen disappear,; It's done with a flick of the wrist.
I see people who are supposed to know better standin' around like furniture.
Something there is about you that brings back a long forgotten truth