The grave that they dug him had flowers
Gathered from the hillsides in bright summer colours,
And the brown earth bleached white at the edge of his gravestone.
He’s gone.
Where have all the graveyards gone, long time passing?
Where have all the graveyards gone, long time ago?
Where have all the graveyards gone?
Gone to flowers, everyone.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?
I am stretched on your grave
And will lie there forever
If your hands were in mine
I’d be sure we’d not sever
Calling out to the air
With tears hot and wild
My grief for the girl
That I loved as a child
Time can bring you down, time can bend your knees
Time can break your heart, have you begging please, begging please
Beyond the door there’s peace I’m sure
And I know there’ll be no more tears in heaven
Would you know my name
If I saw you in heaven?
Would it be the same
If I saw you in heaven?
I must be strong and carry on
'Cause I know I don’t belong here in heaven
What’s your name, little girl?
What’s your name?
Shootin’ you straight, little girl?
Won’t you do the same?
My name is Luka
I live on the second floor
I live upstairs from you
Yes, I think you’ve seen me before
[Are spoken-word excerpts ok?]
This young man never had a bummer in some thirty-three LSD trips. Every one of them was a delight. Everything under control. He needed only to snap his fingers and down he came, any time. But on Voyage 34 he finally met himself coming down an up-staircase, and the encounter was crushing.
Be assured that a walk through the ocean of most souls would scarcely get your feet wet. Fall not in love therefore. It will stick to your face. Gracefully surrender the things of youth: birds, clean air, tuna, Taiwan. And let not the sands of time get in your lunch. Hire people with hooks. For a good time, call 606-4311. Ask for Ken. Take heart in the bedeepening gloom that your dog is finally getting enough cheese. And reflect that whatever fortune may be your lot, it could only be worse in Milwaukee.
Ramble On, And now’s the time, the time is now, to sing my song.
I’m goin’ 'round the world, I got to find my girl, on my way.
I’ve been this way ten years to the day, Ramble On,
Gotta find the queen of all my dreams.
He left me here, to ramble on
My ramblin’ pal, is dead and gone
If when we die, we go somewhere
I’ll bet you a dollar, he’s ramblin’ there.
And here’s to you my ramblin’ boy
May all your ramblin’ bring you joy
And here’s to you my ramblin’ boy
May all your ramblin’ bring you joy.
And when I die, and when I’m gone
There’ll be one child born
In this world
To carry on, to carry on
Carry on my wayward son
There’ll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don’t you cry no more
Boy, you’re going to carry that weight,
Carry that weight a long time
Boy, you’re going to carry that weight
Carry that weight a long time
So I’ll carry my cross
And I’ll carry the shame
To the end of the road
Through the struggle and pain
And I’ll do it for love
No, it won’t be in vain
Yes, I’ll carry my cross
And I’ll carry the shame
You had one eye in the mirror as
You watched yourself gavotte
And all the girls dreamed that they’d
Be your partner they’d be your partner and
You’re so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You’re so vain
I’ll bet you think this song is about you
Don’t you? Don’t you?
Nazarene screaming on his crucifixion
Prophecy in its final contradiction
When you die is when the lie will be believed
Upon the cross, before the world to see
Impaled crucifixion - Compassion forgot
Eternal damnation - Once upon a cross
[ETA: Oops, ninja’d…]
And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it’s done
I hope you don’t mind, I hope you don’t mind
That I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you’re in the world
I came because I had to; I’m the one who saw.
Jesus can’t control it like he did before.
And furthermore I know that Jesus thinks so too.
Jesus wouldn’t mind that I was here with you.
I have no thought at all about my own reward.
I really didn’t come here of my own accord.
Just don’t say I’m … damned for all time.
City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
“This could be Heaven or this could be Hell”
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say…HEY!
Every little trend that comes around the bend
Carries you aloft and you’re getting soft
Struggles and sports under halogen quartz
One eye on the meter, one eye in the mirror
Its all getting dearer, it’s all getting clearer
Come in peace with a sheep to fleece
Lamb noisette says she won’t forget
But she’ll never remember if she is dismembered-heh…