The New York Times invents the news I did not see where they were going Behind the dying afternoon I follow, restlessly devoted Tell me your mind Tell
I mean I must have said Please Lord, send me a hard-luck childhood Please Bub, spare me a hot romance Please lady, gift me with genius, not pleasure Please
I gotta exorcise your spirit from my soul (From my soul) I gotta exorcise your spirit, keep me whole (Yes, yes) I'm gonna go downtown tomorrow And ship
There's a house down Willow Lane Just a simple sea-side shack Through the wind and pourin' rain She wants you black There's a portal on the door In the
A lovely and old fashioned bodega From the sea-sides, the mountains pouring down [Foreign content] Through the old fashioned, soul passion town When
There's no equality here There's no equality anywhere And every failing face Is quickly replaced By one you can't lose It's an illusion I'll even do
There's a town near Old Montgomery Past the land where palm trees roll In the heart of Magnolia country Callin' me home, sweet mobile home We had left
Bluebird Bring back my happiness And see me through This clouded hour Bluebird On wings of loveliness Carry me to a field In flower Thunder Comes roaring
Caribbean time in motion Fireflyin' across the ocean And I can see the future Caribbean, Caribbean, Caribbean Caribbean, Caribbean, Caribbean In the
The very thought of you And I forget to do The little ordinary things That everyone ought to do I'm living in a kind of daydream I'm happy as a king
If time runs like a river I saw my people bathed in blood And if the faithful find the sinners I'll have to leave all I loved (Adios) Goodbye, O hypocrite
Take me back to the black hills The black hills of Dakota To the beautiful Indian country That I love Lost my heart in the black hills The black hills
I met him at a protest Dolled up in his finest finery A Malcolm X t-shirt And a tambourine To love him, it was hopeless The cannons fell and shook the
In my loneliness when you're gone And I'm all by myself and I need your caress I just think of you and the thought of you holding me near Makes my loneliness
Feminists don't have a sense of humor Feminists just want to be alone (boo-hoo) Feminists spread vicious lies and rumor They have a tumor on their funny
Come on, come on, let's try and make it You tell yourself, this time for sure But I would rather sit and crave it I'm not wanted anymore I had a kind
Maxine Schreck was a very lucky lady Maxine Schreck was a very lucky girl Who you wanna be Maxine Schreck Who you wanna see Maxine Schreck Have you got
I remember you You're the one who made my dreams come true A few kisses ago I remember you You're the one, who said, "I love you too" Didn't you know
