Mr. Pharmacist
Can you help me out today
In your usual lovely way
Mr. Pharmacist
Can you help me out today
In your usual lovely way
Sie ist haesslich dass es graut
Wenn sie in den Himmel schaut
You can take all the tea in China
Put it in a big brown bag for me
Sometimes I sit and wonder. Sometimes I just sit.
Salute the sun I've been sitting here all night long...
My daddy left home when I was three, he didn’t leave much for ma and me, just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
Kids these days they don't value a dollar
Don't like chewing but they sure can swallow
You've got a lotta nerve to say you are my friend
When I was down you just stood there grinnin'
Positively 4th Street (Dylan again)
My lover comes to me with a rose on her bosom
The moon's dancin' purple all through her black hair
Our Mother, the Mountain (the late, great Townes Van Zandt)
old guy 77 wrote:
You've got a lotta nerve to say you are my friend
When I was down you just stood there grinnin'
Positively 4th Street (Dylan again)
Good one. And I especially like the last line of that song:
"Yes, I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes
You'd know what a drag it is to see you."
The mama pajama rolled out of bed
And she ran to the police station
It's true that all the men you knew were dealers
Who said they were through with dealing
Every time you gave them shelter
Woo hoo! Woo hoo! Woo hoo! Woo hoo!
OKAY! Some Leonard Cohen lyrics. Here are a few more:
"Like a bird on the wire
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free"
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"The stories of the street are mine
The Spanish voices laugh
The Cadillacs go creeping now
Through the night and the poison gas"
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Leonard Cohen's first two albums were classics.
Now I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you dont really care for music, do you?
Cowboys ain’t easy to love and they’re harder to hold.
Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child’s balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying
It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding) - Bob Dylan
Can't have too much Dylan:
"They're selling postcards of the hanging
They're painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors
The circus is in town"
I remember Christmas morning
Back in 1954
when we moved out to Mount Savage
as if it mattered any more