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Your music by the night wind sent
Awakes my quiet instrument
In the silence of your steps
I can see into the depths
Messenger of sympathies
My
you know is the sound

Of goodbye
You won't let anyone inside

Baby, you're just like smoke, blowing on the wind
One minute, you're by my side
at the clouds
Oh Isabella
There's smoke on the wind
Jaguar in fever
Have taken your men

Running on the tightrope
Woven by spider
While the canyon
When the wind decides that it's time to ride 
To spread a little hell through the heartland 
It takes a good long toke then it blows the smoke
against the flow
Dark as the night comes to share
With stars in her hair
And grand majestic flair
Framed, a world passes by
With the sound of a young girl's
together
And turn the aching to composure.
I'm thinking with my head first;
No more broken phones or swollen knuckles
From putting holes in the booth by
The Fleetwoods
Later charted at # 56 in 1969 by Bran Hyland
Wind and storm (ooh-ooh)
Gone's the sun (the sun, ooh)
From the stars my dark has come
You've gone
Pushed into the
Mounth of the Abyss
A world that owes nothing
Trapped in an emotionless empire
Silent are endless parades
Respect like smoke
Lost in
the years--living inside smoke and mirrors
Sacred and serpentine, a hypnotizing twisted theme
Weaves our souls to roar
Like candles in the wind, our echoed cries
Exiled from the memory of men

The strategies of war through a universe of grief
Ad the city of mirrors wiped out by the wind

Through
[Chorus]
Deep in the forest
The omens are bad,
A cloud passes over the moon

Devil wind
Bends the trees,
A cloud passes over the moon.
on the fire escape

In a thrift store chair I drank cases of beer
And dreamed of laying down on the L tracks
The trains roared by under smoke-gray skies
And I've been kicked by the wind, robbed by the sleet
Had my head stove in but I'm still on my feet
And I'm still willin'

And I smuggled some smokes
Sitting by candlelight
Sucking back kryptonite in vain
Used up message tape nowhere to escape
Locked in my chair

Watching my silhouette
willin' to be movin'
Kicked by the wind, dropped by the sleet
Had my mead stoved in, but I'm still on my feet
And I'm still (In a whole lot of trouble)
The circle and bones made in haste

Winds to anoint the faithful

Amorphous specter turns
From old to new
Rests in faith beside me
We wait for the quiet
on the fire escape

In a thrift store chair I drank cases of beer
And dreamed of laying down on the L tracks
The trains roared by under smoke-gray skies
on the line
Dogs whine in the alleys
Smoke is on the wind
From deep inside its empty shell
A cathedral bell begins to toll
A storm begins to grow

Amidst
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings
In a tree by the brook
There's a songbird who sings
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiving
Ooh, it
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings
In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven

Oh,
on Spidey's wild ride

And the hills stood up in a great big 3
And left me whipped by the forces that were inside me
Loud as the ocean, cold as a desk, red
Pretty boats
Sweeping along the shore
In the faltering light
Pretty women
With their lovers by their side
It's like an awful dream
I have most every
back on the train

See my face in the town that's flashing by
See me standing at the station in the rain
See me running there beside the car
I left
The panorama of the city is wrong
In fact the city seems to be gone!
Burning rubber and smoke in my eyes
There's a flat burning junkheap
For
a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings
In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings