Snow in my shoes Mid-Winter blues Have got me down (Just point me South...let's go now) The clothes on my back Are too Pasternak From sole to crown Where
How did you ever find her? She tried so hard to disappear. Somebody rang the bell and Handed her Vincent's ear. And no one understands All the love
Seventh of September Remember when We met at the shrine Your kimono looked so fine Temple dancers swaying Flutes playing then I was yours and you were
When I was a boy of twenty-two I stood before a statue, was it you? They shake the fruit when they dance You should try some when you have the chance
Money misery grows Oh woe is we Who know where it will end Hard luck follows us Minus never plus Will we break or just bend Never say die We've got the
Lost your toy lover boy In the mirror take a look You're much older now You used to be twenty-three Suddenly the summer ends And you don't know how
When Sly calls The profit speaks When Sly calls The secret leaks The sky falls The dice are tossed The war is won The battle's lost When Sly calls It'
See that shadow cross the mountain, summer in the warbler's eye, beauty never is forgotten, though the moment passes by, [?????] the evening slowly dires
Eggplant Michael Franks From: The Art of Tea Whenever I explore the land of Yen I always take one on the chin And now this lioness has almost
The critics are never kind they thrive on the negative they seldom give Their praise or their thanks and their word is sacrosanct The critics are always
Here we are again That fatal combination I guess it's opposite attraction It's gone too far again This crazy conversation It's like a nuclear reaction
You used to be her space invader Snatching her free from King Kong's choke She's allons-y She'll catch you later Now that your joystick's broke You had
Daddy plays the ashtray Baby starts to cry The Lady wants to know the reasons why Daddy's just like Coltrane Baby's just like Miles The Lady's just
I've squandered love as I've wandered Lover to lover untrue Cut flowers, pink tile showers Women I've counted like coups (?) Been in search of the perfect
And when God gave out rythm He sure was good to you. You can add, subtract, multiply and divide... By two. I know today's your birthday, And I did not
Love has locked us up, peaches, Locked inside this zoo, Your bananas get thrown at me And mine get thrown at you. Ev'ry night we fuss and fight Like me
Books are stacked on my table, I've got books filling my shelves Day and night I've been trying to unravel myself But I've been looking for answers that
Whenever I am lost at sea I remember you are here with me You surrender to the fantasy When I give my love to you Running from the hurricane Helter
