I walked the avenue till my legs felt like stone,
I heard the voices of friends vanished and gone,
At night I could hear the blood in my veins
Black and whispering as the rain
On the streets of Philadelphia
`Cause I live and breathe this Philadelphia freedom
From the day that I was born I’ve waved the flag
Philadelphia freedom took me knee-high to a man
Yeah gave me peace of mind my daddy never had
Now tonight back in old Pennsylvania
Among those beautiful pines
There’s one less Philadelphia lawyer
In old Philadelphia tonight
I heard my mama cry
I heard her pray the night Chicago died
Brother what a night the people saw
Brother what a fight the people saw
Yes indeed
(In reply to Rilchiam’s query in post # 1114, I’ve used “the Killing Moon will come too soon” twice, but that is my only repeat.)
Mama, ooOOOoooh
Didn’t mean to make you cry
If I’m not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters
I look to the sea,
Reflections in the waves spark my memory,
Some happy, some sad,
I think of childhood friends and the dreams we had,
We lived happily forever, so the story goes,
But somehow we missed out on the pot of gold
But we’ll try best that we can 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
Don’t cry out loud
Just keep it inside
And learn how to hide your feelings
Fly high and proud
And if you should fall
Remember you almost had it all
See the lights of a neighbor’s house
now she’s starting to rise
Take a minute to concentrate
and she opens up her eyes.
The world was moving she was right there with it and she was -
The world was moving she was floatin’ above it and she was - and she was.
Come on. come on. I go up and down.
I like this curious feeling. I know, I see.
It’s like make believe. Cover your ears
so you can’t hear what I’m saying.
I’m not lost, but I don’t know
Where I am. I got a question.
All right. All right. This is what we like.
Who knows, who knows,
What I am thinking?
Why do we never get an answer
When we’re knocking at the door?
With a thousand million questions
About hate and death and war.
It’s where we stop and look around us
There is nothing that we need.
In a world of persecution
That is burning in it’s greed.
Why do we never get an answer
When we’re knocking at the door?
Because the truth is hard to swallow
That’s what the wall of love is for.
Truth is, after all, a moving target
Hairs to split and pieces that don’t fit
How can anybody be enlightened?
Truth is, after all, so poorly lit
And if you hold
To what is your heart’s desire
You’ll be sure, yeah yeah
You got everything required
Truth, is so very… so very hard to find
Whatever gets you through the night. XD
Yesterday is dead and gone and tomorrow’s out of sight
And it’s sad to be alone. Help me make it through the night.
Your painted smile hides you still
While you search yourself within
Yesterday and tomorrow’s found
Fused as one upon solid ground
As all around the milling crowd
Confuse themselves with raging sounds
And their loves forgetfulness abounds.
So be thankful for your grease-painted clown
If loneliness wears the crown
Of the veteran cosmic rocker.
Inside my heart is breaking,
My make-up may be flaking
But my smile still stays on.
Smile an everlasting smile,
a smile can bring you near to me.
Don’t ever let me find you gone,
cause that would bring a tear to me.
This world has lost its glory,
let’s start a brand new story now, my love.
Right now, there’ll be no other time and I can show
you how, MY LOVE.
Smile though your heart is aching
Smile even though it’s breaking.
When there are clouds in the sky
you’ll get by.
I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now,
From up and down and still somehow,
It’s clouds’ illusions I recall,
I really don’t know clouds at all.