Lyrics:
Silverstein and friends
And you said, "Tough, the real world sucks"
You gotta stay in touch with the fun and the love, love, love, love
Fuck when
If you were here right now
We'd have a beer or two
Driving in the car bumping Silverstein and Blink182
Woah, woah You know we won't forget you
Woah,
Junie B.
Don't worry bout our story, you bring water to my leaves
Silverstein, you get all of me, I'll be your Giving Tree
Look and see, search and fine,
beginning
I was chillin' with King Dylan, had to peel me off the ceiling
'Cause I started falling up, Shel Silverstein's spirit
See I get the friggin' chedda
beginning
I was chillin' with King Dylan, had to peel me off the ceiling
'cause I started falling up, Shel Silverstein's spirit
See I get the friggin' chedda
hold'n me
She'd never know how much I'd see
Or How cold I'd grow to be
Wings burnin and bones breaking
Im Falling Up like Silverstein
I believed I was
(Shel Silverstein)
She arrives in all her splendor
Each night at nine o'clock
Her chariot is the crosstown bus
That stops right down the block
Kerouac gave me a book of poems and Silverstein gave me a song
And Martin gave me a D18 so I could play along
And they've all been fine companions
the stories, the people telling.
Here it is. We don't know if it will do any good, how do
you sing your way through this one..." - Shel Silverstein, April 1975 -
the lakeside door
Silverstein, and Kristofferson from
Years before
Everything has a story that should be let be
So don't make a movie ‘bout me
If they're hot
of a Giving Tree type of guy, Shel Silverstein (he's awesome)
She keeps talking, might as well be in a seminar
I'm stuck, completely numb in my left arm
Her
(Shel Silverstein)
I swear you could taste the chicken and tomatoes
And the noodles and the marrowbone
But it really wasn't nothing but some water
(Shel Silverstein)
I guess the dance is over now
So you just curtsey and I'll bow
And ask the band to play us Auld Lang Syne
Then I'll just take
(S. Silverstein)
Rings of grass, crowns of flowers
Gone, gone, gone, gone
Furs that are woven of whispering hours
Gone, gone, gone, gone
She's gone
(S. Silverstein)
And I remember her on the streets of New York City
As I walked the night needing some place warm to go
As she passed I said "Hey
(Shel Silverstein)
Hey Lady Godiva, ridin' throughout town
Naked on your big white horse
With your long hair hangin' down
Lady Godiva, you say
(Shel Silverstein)
There's a shadow on the sun I see it risin'
Kiss it away, kiss it away
And there's a hurt down deep inside that I been hidin'
(Shel Silverstein)
Ever' mornin' won't you you wake up early cook me great big T-bone steak
Serve it to me in bed go on the street and hustle bring
(Shel Silverstein)
If I'd only come and gone
The way I've always done with summer girls before
Shared one night with you and never reached for more
(Shel Silverstein)
Well there's gonna be a freaker's ball (ha ha)
Tonight at the Freaker's Hall
And you know you're invited one and all
Uh oh
Come
(Shel Silverstein)
Josie it's been a long hard day
Down the road to where it's at I must have lost my way
When I got there they said I was too late
(Shel Silverstein)
Well I've sung my songs on dusty roads and dirty city sidewalks
To them sweatin' hard eyed brakemen, in the rail yards I rolled
(Shel Silverstein & Jeffrey Comanor)
I'm gonna throw my grass out the window
Crumple up my papers too
Give away my speed, Cause all I'm gonna need
(Shel Silverstein)
The waitress with the orange hair keeps motionin' me to hurry up and leave
So I gulp my coffee - burn my mouth - grab up my coat
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