Borrowed in black you are mine Don't make it easy, don't make it hard Don't make it so, so simple again So, so easy again Bound like a child you are
?s poetry Sing your song Your song of devotion and love I?ll try to sing along As you sing your song Your song goes on and on and on, your song goes on
As sit here in this Loser's Cathedral I hear the sad songs that the jukebox play Then I dream about Where Love Used To Live dear And all the things that
two And I could finish this old love song So I could start singing it to you, oh I could start singing it to you If I could finish this old love song
These are silver wings These are golden eyes These are floating clouds Angel for life Dreaming alone And I feel that someone Listens to me Angel for
Oh, hear this Robert Zimmerman I wrote a song for you About a strange young man called Dylan With a voice like sand and glue Some words of truthful vengeance
crystal girl I'd spy She kissed the blue bird's honey tongue And stuttered as she sighed I wish to sing the chicken song Ching-a-ling song is fine I'd
When people call us revolutionary They're just tryin' to see All that we choose When all we want is everybody free The universe would be one brotherhood
If a womans hips are ample Then I want her in the hay Skirt and stocking all a rample Cheerfully For that's my way If the woman bites in pleasure Then
You may think I look sad But I am just sleeping It's my facial expression I'm probably dreaming Would you like to be sad? Would you like me to teach
Song With No Words (Tree With No Leaves) (© Guerrilla Music/BMI)
You are walking, you've always been walking Stumbling half blinded and dry as the wind That strafes you and leaves you to lie in the sand And the wall
would stay But this is where you leave me, closing the door behind you Upon the secret of your day Song of the night I'm facing a night of loneliness Song
Chestnuts roasting on a open fire, Jack Frost nipping at your nose. Yuletide carols being sung by a choir, And folks dressed like Eskimos. Everybody
my face Ahh that trickle Turns out fickle Fills my boat up Five miles deep My old addiction Makes me crave only what is best Like these just this morning song
's the same old song But with a different meaning Since you been gone The same old song But with a different meaning Since you been gone, yeah Same song, different meaning Same song
If you let it get too quiet There's a whisper in your bones You can feel it more than hear it But there's something close when you're alone You turn
in a song He died believing to the end Was he right or was he wrong Was he right or was he wrong To find the answer in a song He died believing to the