so far from home Just tell me angel I?m never alone Lay with me angel Speak not a word Your body's so slender Like the wings of a bird Fly from me angel
Get away - get outside, Run with her - side by side, Climbing down - dirty sheets, Breaking through -the narrow streets. That's what you get 'cause you
spin. matching jackets for the siamese twins, brand new shoes I cruise around the writer's block and find the poet's tree, johnny rockwell you know it's
of morning birds Banned from that winter land From the Land of the Bird's Spirit The fire burns in the Land of the Bird's Spirit In the land where my
hip And Jim is cool, And so they live together With the trees and birds and little girls Who play upon poor Jean-Claude's nerves 'til Finally he strokes Claire's
human kind Evoke malicious of her mind From the ashes of the graveyard Sacrament and pain Lamentous screams of tortured souls Temptation of their God's
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claws scratching his back He's going out there, he's not coming back She's got spider-leg fingers, sharpened whenever he strays And she carries a bird
doe's is Esmerelda: Her neck is no whiter than a swan's Prunella: She's only as dainty as a daisy Esmerelda: She's only as graceful as a bird! Both: So
Drake, taunt and tease him unmercifully. Cat disguised as the duck?s school photographer with a camera and tripod has his eye on Ugly, a fine specimen of a bird
The Chevalier's Lament (Robert Burns) The small birds rejoice in the green leaves returning, The murmuring streamlet winds clear thro
though with her nature it did not agree And she's wept and she's sighed And she's wrung her hands and cried, Oh I wish once again in the north
Family man He's a family man, his wife laments Never broken any of the Ten Commandments Either pushing rock, selling for cock Or rubbing out, rubbing
knights to ride. They sought the ancient wisdom of the Blackbird of Cilgwri, And asked him, "Know ye Mabon, stolen from his mother's side?" The Bird
theft Bells are gonna ring Birds are gonna sing Let the people begin The crowning of your big head Young drunken girls in a hideous dance Sing a heartfelt lament
is hip And Jim is cool And so they live together With the trees and birds And little girls Who play upon Poor Jean-Claude's nerves Till finally He strokes Claire's
It's noon in the belly of June. Let's wager with bodies, the night's coming soon. Come like a lover to me, let's lay in the dark and meet the birds and
of claws scratching his back He's going out there he's not coming back She's got spider-leg fingers, sharpened whenever he strays And she carries a bird