The stars at night
Are big and bright
Deep in the heart of Texas.
Well, my wife returns from taking
My little girl to school.
She’s got beads of perspiration,
As she tries to keep her cool
She says, “Unless it don’t get no better,
There’s gonna come a day,
Someone’s gonna get killed out there.”
And I turn to her and say… “Texas.”
She says,“What?”
I say, “Texas.”
She says, “What?”
They’ve got big long roads out there
Warm winds blowing,
Heating blue skies,
And a road that goes forever.
I’m going to Texas.
Come away, come away, come away with me.
Where the grass grows wild and the wind blows free.
Come away, come away, come away with me.
And I’ll build you a home in the meadow.
There’s a bright golden haze on the meadow
There’s a bright golden haze on the meadow
The corn is as high as an elephant’s eye
And it looks like it’s climbing right up to the sky
Over in the meadow in the sand in the sun,
Lived a wise mother lizard and her little lizard one.
“Blink,” said the mother.
“I blink,” said the one.
So they winked and they blinked in the sand, in the sun.
Go, Polonius, or kneel.
The reapers name their harvest dawn.
All your tarnished devil’s spoons
Will rust beneath our corn.
Now bears Prince Rupert’s garden roam
Across his rain tree shaded lawn.
Lizard bones become the clay,
And there a swan is born
Wake your reason’s hollow vote.
Wear your blizzard season coat.
Burn a bridge and burn a boat.
Stake a lizard by the throat.
Lions in the street and roaming
Dogs in heat, rabid, foaming
A beast caged in the heart of a city
The body of his mother
Rotting in the summer ground
He fled the town
He went down South and crossed the border
Left the chaos and disorder
Back there over his shoulder
One morning he awoke in a green hotel
With a strange creature groaning beside him
Sweat oozed from its shiny skin
Is everybody in?
The ceremony is about to begin
Borderline
Feels like I’m going to lose my mind
You just keep on pushing my love
Over the borderline
My father’s own father, he waded that river
They took all the money he made in his life
It’s six hundred miles to the Mexico border
And they chased them like rustlers, like outlaws, like thieves
I could be so golden
Shine in the dead of night for you
I could be a criminal
And lead a life of crime for you
I could be so golden
Shine in the dead of night for you
I could be a soldier
I could go to war for you
If you fall into my arms
I will keep you falling
And if you break down in my doorway
I will sleep with you there
And if you cry out in the dark
I will hear you calling
And if you are cold and wounded
I will shiver at your side
At your side
I could be yours if you write me a letter
I could be yours if you see me in the street
I could be sometime always or never
I could be all of the things you’d ask of me
If I fell in love with you,
Would you promise to be true?
But I’ll always be true to you in my fashion,
I’ll always be true in my way.
Regrets, I’ve had a few
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do,
and saw it through without exception.
I planned each charted course,
each careful step along the byway.
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.
Get your dreams out of my way!
And don’t you dare to touch my
Footsteps in the sands of time.
Don’t tell me not to live
just sit and putter,
Life’s candy and the sun’s
a ball of butter,
Don’t bring around a cloud
to rain on my parade.
Don’t tell me not to fly,
I’ve simply got to
If someone takes a spill
It’s me and not you.
who told you you’re allowed to rain on my parade?
And now, every April, I sit on my porch,
And I watch the parade pass before me.
I see my old comrades, how proudly they march,
Renewing their dreams of past glories.
I see the old men all tired, stiff and worn,
Those weary old heroes of a forgotten war.
And the young people ask “What are they marching for?”
And I ask myself the same question.
And the band plays “Waltzing Matilda”
And the old men still answer the call.
But year after year, their numbers get fewer.
Someday, no one will march there at all.
Nobody robbed a liquor store on the lower part of town
Nobody OD’d, nobody burned a single building down
Nobody fired a shot in anger…nobody had to die in vain
We sure could use a little good news today
When everyone else is more comfortable remaining voiceless
Rather than fighting for humans that have had their rights stolen
I might not be the same, but that’s not important
No freedom til we’re equal, damn right I support it.
DOMA dead… About time we raised up.
Especially people who care about strangers
Who care about evil and social injustice