And the vision that was planted in my brain still remains
Within the sound of silence.
Stranger now, are his eyes, to this mystery
He hears the silence so loud
Crack of dawn, all is gone except the will to be
Now they will see what will be, blinded eyes to see
[OK, more Moodies it is then, buddha_dave, the song that keeps on giving:]
It’s not the way that you say it when you do those things to me
It’s more the way you really mean it when you tell me what will be
It’s in the way that you use it
It comes and it goes
It’s in the way that you use it
Boy, don’t you know
[See #2759…]
A boy tries hard to be a man
His mother takes him by his hand
If he stops to think he starts to cry
Oh why
[Yeah well, that was, like, a year ago…]
Oh Mama, I’m in fear for my life from the long arm of the law
Hangman is comin’ down from the gallows and I don’t have very long
40,000 headsmen couldn’t make me change my mind
If I had to choose between the deaf man and the blind
[OK, same song, 3rd verse!]
But in the Grey of the morning
My mind becomes confused
Between the dead and the sleeping
And the road that I must choose
In the wee small hours of the morning,
While the whole wide world is fast asleep,
You lie awake and think about the girl
And never, ever think of counting sheep.
Baa Baa Black Sheep have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.
One for my master and one for my dame.
And one for the little girl who lives down the lane.
Does enchantment pour
Out of every door?
No, it’s just on the street where you live.
The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
You can keep your fancy ales,
You can drink them by the flagon,
But the only brew for the brave and true…
…Comes from the Green Dragon!!
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist
in a land called Honnah Lee
You don’t wanna breathe the air you breathe
You don’t know how you’ll live a life alone
She keeps holding on, holding on to you
Let her breathe the air, don’t wanna be alone
Where do you belong, Anna Lee
In the shuffling madness
Of the locomotive breath
Runs the all time loser
Headlong to his death
Closing my dream inside its paper-bag.
Thought I saw angels, but I could have been wrong.
Search in my case, can’t find what they’re looking for.
Waving me through to cry you a song.
The dregs of the earth and the eggs that I eat
I’ve got pegs through my hands and one through my feet
Shea Stadium the Radium E M D squared
Got kicked out of the Palladium you think that I cared
It’s the sound of science
There’s antimony, arsenic, aluminum, selenium
And hydrogen and oxygen and nitrogen and rhenium
And nickel, neodymium, neptunium, germanium
And iron, americium, ruthenium, uranium…
Some folks like water
Some folks like wine
But I like the taste
Of straight strychnine