Angel won't you call me? Could I be the only Though I am a lost cause Angel won't you call me? Waiting for a sweet breeze Read it in the tea-leaves Saw
Cut him up boy You've got to cut him up boy He's a wicked disgrace And he said it to your face You better cut him up boy Take him by the teeth Get him
O the minarets of Constantinople Are plated gold, ivory and opal Their cupolas all onion domed and light And the magistrate of Constantinople Has made
See this ancient riverbed, see where all my folly's led Down by the water and down by the old main drag I was just some tow-head teen, feeling 'round
Dear Avery, I think of you only Were you waving, were you dead on the vine? Oh Avery, to think of you lonely I could just grab you by the nape of your
Take a long drive with me on California One, on California One. And the road a-winding goes from golden gate to roaring cliff-side, and the light is softly
Eli, the barrow boy of the old town Sells coal and marigolds and he cries out all down the day Below the tamaracks he is crying Corn cobs and candle wax
Four score years Living down in this rain swept town Sea salt tears Swimming round as the rain comes down Mr. Postman, do you have a letter for me? Mr
Billy Liar's got his hands in his pockets Staring over at the neighbors' knickers down He's got his knickers down So the summer is eternity for you?
Grace Cathedral hill All wrapped in bones of a setting sun All dust and stone and moribund I paid twenty-five cents To light a little white candle For
The film was a bust But we stayed till the ending Hair all a mussed but your clothes Didn't look so bad And back on the street, the rain was descending
I'm an engine driver On a long run, on a long run Would I work beside her She's a long one, such a long one And if you don't love me Let me go And if
So it started in your ovaries A stone, a seedling Our bones entwined A warning from the orderlies A bulge for bleeding This will take it's time So it
Here we come to a turning of the season Witness to the arc towards the sun A neighbor's blessed burden within reason Becomes a burden borne of all and
The gymnast, high above the ground Limbers up and falls, tender down Ankles splayed and all tied The gymnast long has arrived Lazy, your long sister
Here she comes in her palanquin On the back of an elephant On a bed made of linen and sequins and silk All astride on her father's line With the king
And here I dreamt I was a soldier And I marched the streets of Birkenau And I recall in spring The perfume that the air would bring To the indolent town
There is a road that meets the road that goes to my house And how it green grows there And we've got special boots to beat the path to my house And it