Deep in her fear
At the heel of misfortune
She’s got my name, she’s got my number
As I pass her on the stairs
Oooooh she’s a mover
And she moves in and out of time
Rikki don’t lose that number
You don’t want to call nobody else
Send it off in a letter to yourself
I’m gonna sit right down and write myself a letter
And make believe it came from you
I’m gonna write words, oh, so sweet
They’re gonna knock me off my feet
On a day like today
We pass the time away
Writing love letters in the sand
How you laughed when I cried
Each time I saw the tide
In autumn he comes to this town
When the peoples’ guard is down
On a day like today overcast and gray
Bells were all ringing, the birds stopped their singing
The wind caught in the trees screaming to be free
He alights from the platform in his usual uniform
His skin looks like he slept in it
Or had something rotten kept in it
And snakes stir in the thistles
Back of cats’ neck bristles
Round vicious lips the fur is stained
The disillusionist is back again
I said, watch what you say or they’ll be calling you a radical,
Liberal, oh fanatical, criminal
Won’t you sign up your name, we’d like to feel you’re Acceptable
Respectable, oh presentable, a vegetable!
Gloria (Gloria), I think they got your number (Gloria)
I think they got the alias (Gloria) that you’ve been living under (Gloria)
But you really don’t remember, was it something that they said?
All the voices in your head calling, Gloria?
Angels we have heard on high
Sweetly singing o’er the plains
And the mountains in reply
Echoing their joyous strains.
Gloria
In excelsis Deo
Gloria
In excelsis Deo
Helter skelter in a summer swelter
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter
Eight miles high and falling fast
It landed foul on the grass
The players tried for a forward pass
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast
Now the halftime air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune
We all got up to dance
Oh, but we never got the chance
[can’t resist the big fat one right down the middle]
Eight miles high and when you touch down
You’ll find that it’s stranger than known
Signs in the street that say where you’re going
Out somewhere just being their own
Nowhere is there warmth to be found
Among those afraid of losing their ground
Rain gray town known for its sound
In places small faces unbound
Well, we all fall in love
But we disregard the danger
Though we share so many secrets
There are some we never tell
Why were you so surprised
That you never saw the stranger
Did you ever let your lover see
The stranger in yourself?
In the empty place you change your mind
You change your clothes you change your pose
For a perfect fit
I forget the cast, as I stare into your past
For a moment we’re strangers
For a minute you look away
For a second or always
For an instant another day
Such strange things you say
Why were you so surprised
That you never saw the stranger
Did you ever let your lover see
The stranger in yourself?
That one now stands in 2nd place IIRC…
Would you pay life’s pleasure to see me?
Does it hurt, for I want you to remain?
I run your hair through, in another decade
Sumerland holds me, in Sumerian haze
And we’re getting closer
And we’re getting close now
Last exit for the lost
This is not an exit
I can never change it
You stop and then you take it
I stop and I can’t fake it
This is not an exit
Just one look at Mr. Grant,
And Louis felt a pain:
So he walked right in, turned around,
And he walked right out again.
On a foggy day
Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston
Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston
I sit in a diner
And the Beatles play
I am sitting
In the morning
At the diner
On the corner
I am waiting
At the counter
For the man
To pour the coffee
Way down among Brazilians
Coffee beans grow by the billions
So they’ve got to find those extra cups to fill
They’ve got an awful lot of coffee in Brazil
You can’t get cherry soda
'Cause they’ve got to fill that quota
And the way things are I’ll bet they never will
They’ve got a zillion tons of coffee in Brazil
No tea or tomato juice
You’ll see no potato juice
The planters down in Santos all say no no no
I love coffee, I love tea
I love the java jive and it loves me
Coffee and tea and the java and me
A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup (boy!)