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Some of my most reveared influencial favorites.
Willie you-know-who-FuFu humble narrator if you haven't heard these......Wait,.... Why Haven't you heard these?
Take a little walk
to the edge of town
go accross the tracks
where the viaduct looms,
like a bird of doom
as it shifts.... and cracks
where secrets lie in the border fires,
in the humming wires
hey man, you know
you're never coming back
past the square, past the bridge,
past the mills, past the stacks
on a gathering storm comes
a tall handsome man
in a dusty black coat with
a red right hand
He'll wrap you in his arms,
tell you that you've been a good boy
He'll rekindle all the dreams
it took you a lifetime to destroy
He'll reach deep into the hole,
heal your shrinking soul
but there won't be a single thing you can do
Hey buddy, you know you're
never ever coming back
He's a God, He's a man,
He's a ghost, He's a guru
They're wispering his name
through this disappearing land
but hidden in his coat
is a red right hand
You ain't got no money?
He'll get you some
You ain't got no car? He'll get you one
You ain't got no self-respect,
you feel like an insect
well, don't you worry buddy,
cause here he comes
through the ghettos and the barrio
and the bowery and the slum
a shadow is cast wherever he stands
Stacks of green paper
in his red right hand
You'll see him in your nightmares,
You'll see him in your dreams
He'll appear out of knowhere but,
He ain't what he seems
You'll see him in your head,
on the tv screen
and hey buddy, I'm warning
you to turn it off
He's a Ghost, he's a God,
He's a man, he's a guru
you're one microscopic cog
in his catastrophic plan
designed and directed by
His red right hand
OR.......
A candy colored clown they call the sandman
tiptoes to my room every night
just to sprinkle stardust and to whisper
Go to sleep, everything is all right.
I close my eyes, then I drift away
into the magic night. I softly say
a silent prayer like dreamers do.
Then I fall asleep to dream my dreams of you.
In dreams I walk with you.
In dreams I talk to you.
In dreams you're mine.
All of the time we're together
in dreams, in dreams.
but just before the dawn, I awake and find you gone.
and I can't help it, I can't help it, if I cry.
I remember that you said goodbye.
It's too bad that all these things, can only happen in my dreams
only in dreams in beautiful dreams.
OR.....
I was all right for a while
I could smile for a while
but I saw you last night
you held my hand so tight
when you stopped to say hello
you wished me well
you couldn't tell that
I've been crying over you,
crying over you. and you said, said so long
left me standing all alone,
Alone and crying, crying, crying, crying
It's so hard to understand
but the touch of your hand can start me crying
I thought that I, was over you
but It's true, oh so true
I love you even more than I did before
but, darling, what can I do?
for you don't love me
and I'll always be
Crying over you, crying over you
Yes, now you're gone
and from this moment on, I'll be crying, crying, crying, crying.
Yeah, crying, crying over you
OR....
They call me the wild rose
but my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
for my name was Elisa Day
From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one
She stared in my eyes and smiled
for her lips were the colour of the roses
That grew down the river, all bloody and wild
When He knocked on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand
He wiped at the tears that ran down my face
On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said, do you know where the wild roses grow
so sweet and scarlet and free?
On the second day he came with a single red rose
Said: will you give me your loss and your
sorrow
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
if I show you the roses, will you
follow?
On the third day he took me to the river
He showed me the roses and we kissed
and the last thing I heard was a muttered word
As he knelt above me with a rock in his
fist
On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
and she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
And I kissed her goodbye, I said all beauty must
Die
and lent down and planted a rose between her teeth.
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