Lyrics:
Written by: batt
Is it a kind of dream
Floating down on the river
Following the river of death down stream
Oh is it a dream?
There's a fog
fevered like a striped pair of pants,
MacArthur Park is melting in the dark, all the sweet, green icing flowing down.
Someone left the cake out in
go out
I would front the bill
But now the up is down
And the silence is sound
I hurt you too, too many times
Now I can't come around
'Cause
We have time for racism
We have time for criticism
Held bondage by our ism's
When will there be a time to love?
We make time to debate religion
a tugboat, on the river going slow
A cement bag is dropping down
You know that cement is for the weight dear
You can make a large bet Macheath's in town
There's a thunder storm 'a brewin'
And the day is turning gray
There ain't much to say about the weather
The shower stall is leakin'
all night
Lost by the river cross the turnpike
Somewhere near nowhere is my favorite thing to do
What you say girl me and you
Go get a little lost
There's a thunder storm 'a brewin'
And the day is turning gray
There ain't much to say about the weather
The shower stall is leakin'
down to the well
Gonna be with her
She is gonna take me there
Lead me by my hand
Her body a rocking chair for my soul
I can hardly wait, baby
I can
Through the broad daylight
Thieves have their season, yeah
But it's getting on midnight
And the river's gonna rise
Gonna rise
There'll be dancing
congressmen arguing! Is all that discussion and debate about you?)
(Yes. I'm one of the lucky ones. Most bills never even get this far. I hope they decide
me tonight
Take my hand, and hold it tight
'Cause you and I arе everywherе
The night is young, we're going
Down, down, down by the river (By
I buried him down by the river
'Cause that's where he liked to be
And every night when the moon is high
I go there and weep openly
He and I
the sky with diamonds
Ah
Picture yourself on a train in a station
With plasticine porters with looking glass ties
Suddenly someone is there
would be most rewarded to consider this
Do not be fooled by its commonplace appearance
Like so many things, it is not what is outside, but what is
night
You're gonna make it through in spite of your fears
Can anybody hear me
Is anybody out there
I listen to the river
And hear the river calling
followed me across the seas.
Then tell me please
How are things in Glocca Morra?
Is that little brook still leaping there?
Does it still run down
the rivers run
I thought by now that I'd be realizing, what's done is done
I accept the notion that there's things you can't control
The changing
what's empty
There's a place you can be changed
There's a God who knows you
He's calling out your name
Come on down to the river
Come be washed in
more, goodbye, good luck I'm gone?
Yeah, yeah, and that's all, that's all she wrote
Well, I stand here by this river with her letter in my hand
I'm gonna
Skipping stoned across the river
River medicated with oil
Oil controlled by corporations
The world is starting to boil
Sinking stone in the river
the last scene, is that by the river,
Of a heart broken mother and babe,
As the harbor lights shine and they shimmer,
On an outcast whom no-one will save,
to be
In the old spot by the river
Right well known by you and me.
One word more, a signal token
Whistle of the marchin' tune
With your pike upon
As I went down for to take a little walk
I came upon that Wild Bill Jones
He was a walking and a talking by my true lover's side
And I bid him
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