Lyrics:
Of war and peace the truth just twists
Its curfew gull just glides
Upon four-legged forest clouds
The cowboy angel rides
With his candle lit into the sun
Though its glow is waxed in black
All except when 'neath the trees of Eden
The lamppost stands with folded arms
Its iron claws attached
To curbs 'neath holes where babies wail
Though it shadows metal badge
All and all can only fall
With a crashing but meaningless blow
No sound ever comes from the Gates of Eden
The savage soldier sticks his head in sand
And then complains
Unto the shoeless hunter who's gone deaf
But still remains
Upon the beach where hound dogs bay
At ships with tattooed sails
Heading for the Gates of Eden
With a time-rusted compass blade
Aladdin and his lamp
Sits with Utopian hermit monks
Side saddle on the Golden Calf
And on their promises of paradise
You will not hear a laugh
All except inside the Gates of Eden
Relationships of ownership
They whisper in the wings
To those condemned to act accordingly
And wait for succeeding kings
And I try to harmonize with songs
The lonesome sparrow sings
There are no kings inside the Gates of Eden
The motorcycle black Madonna
Two-wheeled gypsy queen
And her silver-studded phantom cause
The gray flannel dwarf to scream
As he weeps to wicked birds of prey
Who pick up on his bread crumb sins
And there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden
The kingdoms of experience
In the precious wind they rot
While paupers change possessions
Each one wishing for what the other has got
And the princess and the prince
Discuss what's real and what is not
It doesn't matter inside the Gates of Eden
The foreign sun, it squints upon
A bed that is never mine
As friends and other strangers
From their fates try to resign
Leaving men wholly, totally free
To do anything they wish to do but die
And there are no trials inside the Gates of Eden
At dawn my lover comes to me
And tells me of her dreams
With no attempts to shovel the glimpse
Into the ditch of what each one means
At times I think there are no words
But these to tell what's true
And there are no truths outside the Gates of Eden
Of war and peace the truth just twists
Its curfew gull just glides
Upon four-legged forest clouds
The cowboy angel rides
With his candle lit into the sun
Though its glow is waxed in black
All except when 'neath the trees of Eden
The lamppost stands with folded arms
Its iron claws attached
To curbs 'neath holes where babies wail
Though it shadows metal badge
All and all can only fall
With a crashing but meaningless blow
No sound ever comes from the Gates of Eden
The savage soldier sticks his head in sand
And then complains
Unto the shoeless hunter who's gone deaf
But still remains
Upon the beach where hound dogs bay
At ships with tattooed sails
Heading for the Gates of Eden
With a time-rusted compass blade
Aladdin and his lamp
Sits with Utopian hermit monks
Side saddle on the Golden Calf
And on their promises of paradise
You will not hear a laugh
All except inside the Gates of Eden
Relationships of ownership
They whisper in the wings
To those condemned to act accordingly
And wait for succeeding kings
And I try to harmonize with songs
The lonesome sparrow sings
There are no kings inside the Gates of Eden
The motorcycle black Madonna
Two-wheeled gypsy queen
And her silver-studded phantom cause
The gray flannel dwarf to scream
As he weeps to wicked birds of prey
Who pick up on his bread crumb sins
And there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden
The kingdoms of experience
In the precious wind they rot
While paupers change possessions
Each one wishing for what the other has got
And the princess and the prince
Discuss what's real and what is not
It doesn't matter inside the Gates of Eden
The foreign sun, it squints upon
A bed that is never mine
As friends and other strangers
From their fates try to resign
Leaving men wholly, totally free
To do anything they wish to do but die
And there are no trials inside the Gates of Eden
At dawn my lover comes to me
And tells me of her dreams
With no attempts to shovel the glimpse
Into the ditch of what each one means
At times I think there are no words
But these to tell what's true
And there are no truths outside the Gates of Eden
Lonely
When love's a laugh
And you're the clown
Then paris is only another town
Dreary
For the lovers clown
This town's a weary merry go round
And round and round
The chestnut, the willow, the colors of Utrillo
Turn to grey, grey hues
The band playing vyse
Along the Champs Elysees
Sounds like wake up blues
Paris is a lonely, dreary, oh so lonely town
Where's that shining flower
'Neath the Eiffel tower?
I still watch you when you're groovin'
As if through water from the bottom of a pool
You're movin' without movin'
And when you move, I'm moved
You are a call to motion
There, all of you a verb in perfect view
Like Jonah on the ocean
When you move, I'm moved
When you move
I'm put to mind of all that I wanna be
When you move
I could never define all that you are to me
So move me, baby
Shake like the bough of a willow tree
You do it naturally
Move me, baby
You are the rite of movement
Its reasonin' made lucid and cool
I know it's no improvement
When you move, I move
You're less Polunin leapin'
Or Fred Astaire in sequins
Honey, you, you're Atlas in his sleepin'
And when you move, I'm moved
When you move
I can recall somethin' that's gone from me
When you move
Honey, I'm put in awe of somethin' so flawed and free
So move me, baby
Shake like the bough of a willow tree
You do it naturally
Move me, baby
So move me, baby
Like you've nothin' left to prove
And nothin' to lose
Move me, baby
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Oh baby, oh baby
Move like grey skies
Move like a bird of paradise
Move like an odd sight come out at night
Move me, baby
Shake like the bough of a willow tree
You do it naturally
Move me, baby
So move me, baby
Like you've nothin' left to lose
And nothin' to prove
Move me, baby
So move me, baby
Shake like the bough of a willow tree
You do it naturally
Move me, baby
She had that
Camarillo brillo
Flamin' out along her head,
I mean her Mendocino bean-o
By where some bugs had made it red
She ruled the Toads of the Short Forest
And every newt in Idaho
And every cricket who had chorused
By the bush in Buffalo
She said she was
A Magic Mama
And she could throw a mean Tarot
And carried on without a comma
That she was someone I should know
She had a snake for a pet
And an amulet
And she was breeding a dwarf
But she wasn't done yet
She had gray-green skin
A doll with a pin
I told her she was awright
But I couldn't come in
(I couldn't come in right then . . . )
And so she wandered
Trough the door-way
Just like a shadow from the tomb
She said her stereo was four-way
An' I'd just love it in her room
Well, I was born
To have adventure
So I just followed up the steps
Right past her fuming incense stencher
To where she hung her castanets
She stripped away
Her rancid poncho
An' laid out naked by the door
We did it till we were un-concho
An' it was useless any more
She had a snake for a pet
And an amulet
And she was breeding a dwarf
But she wasn't done yet
She had gray-green skin
A doll with a pin
I told her she was awright
But I couldn't come in
(actually, I was very busy then)
And so she wandered
Through the door-way
Just like a shadow from the tomb
She said her stereo was four-way
An' I'd just love it in her room
Well, I was born
To have adventure
So I just followed up the steps
Right past her fuming incense stencher
To where she hung her castanets
She said she was
A Magic Mama
And she could throw a mean Tarot
And carried on without a comma
That she was someone I should know
(Is that a real poncho . . .
Black and gray clouds willow in the balance as the sun falls.
Rain plays a heart warming tune, on the pavement.
I sat alone with the dreams of children
Weeping willows and tall dark building,
I've caught a fashion from the dreams of children
But woke up sweating from this modern nightmare, and
I was alone, no one was there
I was alone, no one was there
I caught a glimpse from the dreams of children
I got a feeling of optimism
But woke up to a grey and lonely picture
The streets below left me feeling dirty, and
I was alone, no one was there
I was alone, no one was there
Something's gonna crack on your dreams tonight...
The sun shown bright and clear that day
We all left Washington
To lick the Rebel boys in grey
At the Battle of Bull Run
They came from Pennsylvania and some from Maryland
To see the Rebel boys get spanked by Honest Abe's broad hand
We said we'll run â??
I sat alone with the dreams of children
Weeping willows and tall dark building,
I've caught a fashion from the dreams of children
But woke up sweating from this modern nightmare, and
I was alone, no one was there
I was alone, no one was there
I caught a glimpse from the dreams of children
I got a feeling of optimism
But woke up to a grey and lonely picture
The streets below left me feeling dirty, and
I was alone, no one was there
I was alone, no one was there
Something's gonna crack on your dreams tonight...
Of war and peace the truth just twists, its curfew gull it glides
Upon four legged forest clouds the cowboy angel rides
With his candle lit into the sun though it's glow is waxed in black
All except beneath the trees of Eden
The lamp post stands with folded arms its iron claws attached
To curbs 'neath holes where babies wail
Through its shadow's metal badge
All in all can only fall with a crashing but meaningless blow
No sound ever comes from the Gates of Eden
The savage soldier sticks his head in the sand and then complains
Unto the shoeless hunter who's gone deaf but still remains
Upon the beach where hound dogs bay at ships with tattooed sails
Heading for the Gates of Eden
The time rusted compass blade, Aladdin and his lamp
Sits with Utopian hermit monks, side saddle on the Golden Calf
And on their promises of paradise you will not hear a laugh
All except inside the Gates of Eden
Relationships of ownership they whisper in the wings
To those condemned to act accordingly and wait for succeeding kings
And I try to harmonize with songs the lonesome sparrow sings
There are no kings inside the Gates of Eden
The motorcycle 'Black Madonna', two-wheeled gypsy queen
And her silver-studded phantom cause the gray flannel dwarf to scream
As he weeps to wicked birds of prey, pick up on his bread crumb sins
And there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden
The kingdoms of experience in the precious winds they rot
While paupers change possessions
Each one wishing for what the other has got
And the princess and the prince discuss what's real and what's not
It doesn't matter inside the Gates of Eden
The foreign sun it squints upon a bed that is never mine
As friends and others, strangers from their fates try to resign
Leaving men holy and totally free to do anything they wish to do but die
And there are no trials inside the Gates of Eden
At dawn my lover comes to me and tells me of her dreams
With no attempts to shovel the glimpse
Into the ditch of what each one means
At times I think there are no words but these to tell what's true
And there are no truths outside the Gates of Eden
I sat alone with the dreams of children
Weeping willows and tall dark building, and
I've caught a fashion from the dreams of children
But woke up sweating to this modern nightmare, and
I was alone, no one was there
I was alone, no one was there
I caught a glimpse from the dreams of children
I got a feeling of optimism
But woke up to a grey and lonely picture
The streets below left me feeling dirty, and
I was alone, no one was there
I was alone, no one was there
Something's gonna crack on your dreams tonight
You will crack on your dreams tonight
You are going to crack on your dreams tonight
You will crack on your dreams tonight
Something's going to crack up your dreams tonight
You will crack on your dreams tonight
I fell in love with the dreams of children
I saw a vision of all the happy days
I've caught a fashion from the dreams of children
But woke up sweating from this modern nightmare, and
I was alone, no one was there
I was alone, no one was there
Something's gonna crack on your dreams tonight
You will crack on your dreams tonight
Something's going to crack on your dreams tonight
You will crack on your dreams tonight
Something's going to crack up your dreams tonight
You will choke on your dreams tonight
Something's going to crack on your dreams tonight
You will crack on your dreams tonight
Something's going to crack on your dreams tonight
You will crack on your dreams tonight
You will crack on your dreams tonight
You will crack on your dreams tonight
You will crack on your dreams tonight
You will crack on your dreams tonight
As grey traces of dawn tinge the eastern sky, the three travelers, men of Willow Dale, emerge from the forest shadow.
Four grey walls, and four grey towers,
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle embowers
The Lady of Shalott
Only reapers, reaping early
In among the bearded barley
Hear a song that echoes cheerly
From the river winding clearly
Down to tower’d Camelot;
And by the moon the reaper weary,
Piling sheaves in uplands airy,
Listening, whispers “tis the fairy
the Lady of Shalott.”
The night was mighty dark so you could hardly see
For the moon refused to shine
Couple sittin' underneath the willow tree
For love they'd pine
Little maid was kinda 'fraid of darkness
So she said, I guess I'll go
Boy began to sigh, looked up at the sky
Told the moon his little tale of woe
Shine on, shine on harvest moon, up in the sky-why
I ain't had no lovin' since January, February, June or July
Snowtime ain't no ti-ime to stay outdoors and spoon
So shine on, shine on harve-e-est moon
Don't make-a me wait too lo-ong
My love for you is much too strong
I ain't had no, I ain't had no lovin' since
January, February, June or July
When all the skies are grey
I want to go inside and stay
So light up, oh light up
Fast or slow come past that door, and
Shi-i-i-ine on harvest moon
Gi-I've some love again
I ain't had none since a-Lord knows when
No time, ain't no time to stay outside a-and try to spoon
So shine on, shine on harvest moon
For me, for me and my gal
Pass that light, fair and kind
How much lo-ove will be mine
Harvest moon, come on, come on, come o-o-on
Shi-ine.
The night was mighty dark so you could hardly see
For the moon refused to shine
Couple sittin' underneath the willow tree
For love they'd pine
Little maid was kinda 'fraid of darkness
So she said, I guess I'll go
Boy began to sigh, looked up at the sky
Told the moon his little tale - of woe...
To her mama and her daddy, she's the best thing ever made
To the boys 'round here, she's the one that got away
To the bird on the barbwire, that girl looks like spring
To a guy like me, she looks like everything
That girl can take a gray sky and paint it blue
She can put the smooth in the 90 proof
She can hang the moon in a sundress
Even put a sinner on a front pew
She can make a shining diamond out of West Virginia coal
She can put a smile on a weeping willow
There's something in the way that that girl moves
It's like a spotlight follows her through a crowded room
She showed up like rain on a desert rose
And where I'd be without her, God only knows
That girl can take a gray sky and paint it blue
She can put the smooth in the 90 proof
She can hang the moon in a sundress
Even put a sinner on a front pew
She can make a shining diamond out of West Virginia coal
She can put a smile on a weeping willow
That girl can take a gray sky and paint it blue
She can put the smooth in the 90 proof
She can hang the moon in a sundress
Even put a sinner on a front pew
She can make a shining diamond out of West Virginia coal
She can put a smile on a weeping willow
She can put a smile on a weeping willow, weeping willow
Four grey walls, and four grey towers,
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle embowers
THE LADY OF SHALOTT.
Four grey walls, and four grey towers,
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle imbowers
The Lady of Shalott.
Come down to the willow garden with me
Come go with me
Come go and see
Although I've howled across fields and my eyes turned grey
Are yours still the same
Are you still the same
Carry home
I have returned
Through so many highways
And so many tears
Your letter never survived the heat of my hand
My burning hand
My sweating hand
Your love never survived the heat of my heart
My violent heart
In the dark
Carry home
I have returned
Through so many highways
And so many tears
Come down to the willow garden with me
Come go with me
Come go and see
Although I've howled across fields and my eyes turned grey
Are yours still the same
Are you still the same
Four grey walls, and four grey towers,
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle imbowers
The Lady of Shalott.
Four grey walls, and four grey towers,
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle embowers
The Lady of Shalott.
Of war and peace, the truth just twists
It's curfew gull, it glides
Upon four-legged forest clouds
The cowboy angel rides
With his candle lit into the sun
Though its glow is waxed in black
All except when 'neath the trees of Eden
The savage soldier sticks his head in sand
And then complains
Unto the shoeless hunter who's gone deaf
But still remains
Upon the beach where hound dogs bay
At ships with tattooed sails
Heading for the gates of Eden
With a time-rusted compass blade
Alladin and his lamp
Sits with Utopian hermit monks
Side saddle on the golden calf
On their promises of paradise
You will not hear a laugh
All except inside the gates of Eden
Relationships of a ownership
They whisper in the wings
To those condemned accordingly
To wait for succeeding kings
And I try to harmonize with songs
The lonesome sparrow sings
There are no kings inside the gates of Eden
The motorcycle black Madonna
A two-wheeled gypsy queen
And her silver-studded phantom cause
The gray flannel dwarf to scream
As he weeps to wicked birds of prey
Who pick up on his bread crumb sins
And there are no sins inside the gates of Eden
At dawn my lover comes to me
And tells me of her dreams
With no attempts to shovel the glimpse
Into the ditch of what each one means
At times I think there are no words
But these to tell what's true
And there are no truths outside the gates of Eden
Steamin' down the muddy waters
Travelin' yonder from bay to bay
I been workin' on the barge line
Fourteen years ago today
Eighteen hours hard labor by the day
Ain't much pay for a man
Chorus:
Haulin' coal down the down river
And he won't be comin' home for a long time
Torches burning by the riverside
Cast their shadows grey as stone
And the cool october days replacing
Much warmer thoughts of home
I can still see grandma sittin' on the porch
Tellin' the neighbors she's got a grandson
Chorus:
Haulin' coal down the down river
And he won't be comin' home for a long time
River's rising up the marker line
While the willows softly moan
Sun is rising over the starboard shore
Paving the golden road back home
I can still see the kids jumpin' rope
But there ain't much hope for a man
Chorus:
Haulin' coal down the down river
And he won't be comin' home for a long time
Haulin' coal down the down river
I'll be gone a long time
Haulin' coal down the down river
I'll be gone a long while
I still watch you when you're groovin'
As if through water from the bottom of a pool
You're movin' without movin'
And when you move, I'm moved
You are a call to motion
There, all of you a verb in perfect view
Like Jonah on the ocean
When you move, I'm moved
When you move
I'm put to mind of all that I wanna be
When you move
I could never define all that you are to me
So move me, baby
Shake like the bough of a willow tree
You do it naturally
Move me, baby
You are the rite of movement
Its reasonin' made lucid and cool
I know it's no improvement
When you move, I move
You're less Polunin leapin'
Or Fred Astaire in sequins
Honey, you, you're Atlas in his sleepin'
And when you move, I'm moved
When you move
I can recall somethin' that's gone from me
When you move
Honey, I'm put in awe of somethin' so flawed and free
So move me, baby
Shake like the bough of a willow tree
You do it naturally
Move me, baby
So move me, baby
Like you've nothin' left to lose
And nothin' to prove
Move me, baby
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Oh baby, oh baby
Move like grey skies
Move like a bird of paradise
Move like an odd sight come out at night
Move me, baby
Shake like the bough of a willow tree
You do it naturally
Move me, baby
So move me, baby
Like you've nothin' left to lose
And nothin' to prove
Move me, baby
Move me, baby
Shake like the bough of a willow tree
You do it naturally
Move me, baby
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