Waiting for the break of day
Searching for something to say
Flashing lights against the sky
Giving up I close my eyes
Sitting cross-legged on the floor
25 or 6 to 4
Noone wants to hear about your 97th tear
So dry your eyes and let it go uncried my dear
I am all out of love to mouth into your ear
I’m not above letting a love song disappear
Before it’s written
Like a womb, night was all around
Someone, somewhere must have talked some sense
I could feel it moving underground
So many things I still don’t understand
The dream I was having took on an ugly face
I don’t know if I was walking through heaven
It could have been any place
Skipping 'cross the water, wading through the sand
Awake to find you gone, emptiness is where you lay
I just had to smile for all the things you’ll never hear me say
Oh, I know, I could never get that near
What do you expect me to do, disappear?
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You’re so fine
Lose my mind
And the world seems to disappear
All the problems, all the fears
And the world seems to disappear, disappear, disappear, disappear, disappear, disappear, disappear, disappear
How innocent her visage as my child lover lies
Pressed against the rainswept windy windows of my eyes
Like an antique etching glass design
That somehow turned out wrong
I keep looking through old varnish
At my late lover’s body
Caught on ancient canvas
And decaying…disappearing
Even as I sing this song
The artist knew their faces well
The husbands of his lady friends
His creditors and councillors
In armour bright, the merchant men
Official moments of the guild
In poses keen from bygone days
The city fathers frozen there
Upon the canvas dark with age
The smell of paint, a flask of wine
And turn those faces all to me
The blunderbuss and halberd-shaft
And Dutch respectability
They make their entrance one by one
Defenders of that way of life
The redbrick home, the bourgeoisie
Guitar lessons for the wife
I used to be the first to laugh
when Mrs. Jennings took a bath
and left the window open for the neighbors
but had we looked we might have seen,
that she was really very clean
and given her the credit of her labors.
and Mr. James, where is he,
the man that we had asked to see?
And who were we to think that it was funny.
And as she raised her glass and said
she wasn’t sure he might be dead
or somewhere making love to all his money.
King John
Put up a notice,
“LOST or STOLEN or STRAYED!
JAMES JAMES MORRISON’S MOTHER
SEEMS TO HAVE BEEN MISLAID.
LAST SEEN
WANDERING VAGUELY:
QUITE OF HER OWN ACCORD,
SHE TRIED TO GET DOWN
TO THE END OF THE TOWN -
FORTY SHILLINGS REWARD!”
Treat Her Gently
Treat Her Kind
She Doesn’t Even Know Her Own Mind
Treat Her Simply
Take It Slow
Make It Easy
And Let Her Know
You’ll Never Find Another Way
If she knew what she wants, he’d be giving it to her.
If she knew what she needs, he could give her that too
If she knew what she wants- but he can’t see through her
If she knew what she wants he’d be giving it to her, giving it to her.
But she wants everything (he can pretend to give her everything),
Or there’s nothing she wants (she don’t want to sort it out)
He’s crazy for this girl, but she don’t know what she’s looking for
If she knew what she wants, he’d be giving it to her, giving it to her.
I’d say her values are corrupted but she’s open to change.
Then one day she’s satisfied and the next I’ll find her crying
And it’s nothing she can explain.
She don’t know she’s beautiful
Never crossed her mind
She don’t know she’s beautiful
No, she’s not that kind.
One day you’ll look back
And when you see
Where you were held
How by this love
While you could stand there
You could move on this moment
Follow this feeling
It’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright
She moves in mysterious ways
It’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright
She moves in mysterious ways
Ah oh oh ah huh
Move, move, move, move
She moves with it
She moves me like
Lift my days and light up my nights
Love
she still lives with her mom
outside the city
down that street about a half a mile
and all her friends tell her
she’s so pretty
but she’d be a whole lot prettier
if she smiled once in a while
`cause even her smile
looks like a frown
Dear Prudence, let me see you smile
Dear Prudence, like a little child
The clouds will be a daisy chain
So let me see you smile again
Dear Prudence, won’t you let me see you smile?
Ooh, I just know that something good is going to happen.
And I don’t know when,
But just saying it could even make it happen.
Ooh, just saying it could even make it happen.
We’ve been cloudbusting daddy
I found a fox
Caught by dogs.
He let me take him in my hands.
His little heart,
It beats so fast,
And I’m ashamed of running away
From nothing real–
I just can’t deal with this,
But I’m still afraid to be there,
Among your hounds of love,
And feel your arms surround me.
I’ve always been a coward,
And never know what’s good for me.
Oh, here I go!
Don’t let me go!
Hold me down!
It’s coming for me through the trees.
Help me, darling,
Help me, please!
The solitary huntsman,
He follows silent hounds.
No horn proclaims his joyless sport,
And never a hoofbeat sounds.
His hundred hounds, his thousands,
Their master’s will they know:
To catch a fox
And put him in a box
And never let him go.
For all the fox’s doubling
They track him to his den.
The chase may fill a morning,
Or threescore years and ten.
The huntsman never sated
Screaks to his saddlebow,
“I’ll catch another fox
And put him in a box
And never let him go.”
I’m gonna pop some tags
Only got $20 in my pocket
I-I-I’m hunting
Looking for a come-up
This is fucking awesome.
I always will remember
'Twas a year ago November
I went out to hunt some deer
On a morning bright and clear
I went a shot the maximum
The law would allow
Two game wardens, seven hunters and a cow.