Hey Jack Kerouac, I think of your mother and the tears she cried, she cried for none other than her little boy lost in our little world that hated
How did they teach you to be just a happy puppet dancing on a string? How did you learn everything that comes along with slavish funnery? Tell me something
Don't talk, I will listen. Don't talk, you keep your distance for I'd rather hear some truth tonight than entertain your lies, so take you poison silently
O, Baby blankets and baby shoes, baby slippers, baby spoons, walls of baby blue. Dream child in my head is a nightmare born in a borrowed bed. Now I
If lust and hate is the candy, if blood and love tastes so sweet, then we give 'em what they want. Hey, hey, give 'em what they want. So their eyes
These are the days you'll remember. Never before and never since, I promise, will the whole world be warm as this. And as you feel it, you'll know it
We are the roses in the garden, beauty with thorns among our leaves. To pick a rose you ask your hands to bleed. What is the reason for having roses
Tell me what's gone wrong. I tilt my head there, under the faucet, but when I turn it on -- dry as paper. Call the neighbors. Who's to blame for what
Detroit, L.A.,Boston, San Francisco, first time over the ocean on a plane a billion stars below me lay, circle slowly JFK, so much there to see inside
This was once a city harmony a common theme but these complications now make life a bit uneasy hallowed buildings scrape the sky voices ride the airwaves
In the coolness of the morning sparing moments here in magical tide I would meet you without question to share a starry gaze a look through the sky
Out through the foggy window there just to see the eyes of my future children looking back at me back through the foggy window on and on miles pass
Take me now baby here as I am Pull me close, try and understand Desire is hunger is the fire I breathe Love is a banquet on which we feed Come on
power dizzy with it stumble detail a chance for us to quarrel anger my head is shaken violent if i could calm or restrain you for the sake of
That young boy without a name I'd know his face. In this city the kid's my favorite. I've seen him. I see him every day. Seen him run outside looking
Eager to please was just the way that he was though his attempts there falling short, expectation see he would tell of all his conquests, was he bragging
The song was written by folk singer and composer Mimi Farina (Joan Baez sister) and dedicated to Janis Joplin. The lyrics may differ a little from the
That summer fields grew high with foxglove stalks and ivy. Wild apple blossoms everywhere. Emerald green like none I have seen apart from dreams that
