I’m so tired, I haven’t slept a wink…
I’m so tired, my mind is set on blink…
Feeling alright
I’m not feeling that good myself
Feeling alright
I’m not feeling that good myself
Ya know I saw Miz Lucy down along the tracks
She lost her home and her family and she won’t be coming back
Without love… where would you be now?
Without lo…o…ove?
Les boys do Cabaret
Les boys are glad to be gay
They’re on parade now
But let me get to the point, let’s roll another joint
And turn the radio loud, I’m too alone to be proud
And you don’t know how it feels
You don’t know how it feels to be me
As I said: it’s gonna be take alot to to drag me away from you
I beg your pardon
I never promised you a rose garden
Along with the sunshine
There’s gotta be a little rain sometime
I used to think if I could realize I’d die
Then I would be a lot nicer
Used to believe in a lot more
Now I just see straight ahead
Got to get behind the mule
In the morning and plow
Keep behind the mule
In the morning and plow
Get behind the mule
In the morning and plow
Get behind the mule
In the morning and plow.
Well, I’m a lady mule skinner
From down old Tennessee way
Hey, hey, I come from Tennessee
I can make any mule listen
Or I won’t accept your pay
Hey, hey, I won’t take your pay
I been Ayn Randed, nearly branded
Communist, 'cause I’m left-handed
That’s the hand I use, well, never mind
Now your hope and compassion is gone
You’ve sold out your dream to the world
Stay dead, stay dead, stay dead
You’re dead and outta this world
Well the sun came in my window Wednesday morning
And your love was like the golden rays again
Now I’m lying here on a Thursday, and you’re lovin’ someone new
And it looks like I’m up shit creek again
Take off the gloomy mask of tragedy
It’s not your style
You’ll look so good that you’ll be glad
You decided to smile
For there’s no yes in yesterday
And who knows what tomorrow brings or takes away
As long as I’m still in the game
I want to play
For laughs for life for love
So here’s to life
And every joy it brings
Here’s to life
For dreamers and their dreams
May all your storms be weathered
And all that’s good get better
–Artie Butler
But I’m sitting now at the bar
I’m getting drunk, I’m feelin’ mellow
I’m drinkin’ bourbon, I’m drinkin’ scotch, I’m drinkin’ beer
Looked down the bar
Here come the bartender
I said look man, come down here
So what you want?
You push until you’re shoving
You bend until you break
'Til you stand on the broken fields where your fathers lay
It’ll be a day like this one
When the world caves in
Up on cripple creek she sends me,
I don’t have to speak, she defends me…
I can’t keep up with what’s been going down
I think my heart must just be slowing down
I seen your face.
That’s the last I’ve seen of my heart…