A Bird on the Wire in Search of the Wildflowers (Song Lyrics)
A Bird on the Wire in Search of the Wildflowers (Song Lyrics)
Chapter 1 Bird on the Wire by Leonard Cohen (1969)
Chapter 1 Bird on the Wire by Leonard Cohen (1969)
Chapters
Chapter 2 Cowboys Are Frequently, Secretly Fond of Each Other by Ned Sublette (1981)
Chapter 3 Day of the Locusts by Bob Dylan (1970)
Chapter 4 Elvaston Place by Al Stewart (1975)
Chapter 5 Flowers Are Red by Harry Chapin (1978)
Chapter 6 Gorilla, You’re a Desperado (1980)
Chapter 7How Many Times by Cat Stevens / Yusuf Islam (1973)
Chapter 8 Independence Day by Bruce Springsteen (1980)
Chapter 9 Jealous Guy by John Lennon (1971)
Chapter 10 Knotty Pine by Gordon Lightfoot (1983)
Chapter 11 Leader of the Band by Dan Fogelberg (1981)
Chapter 12 Man on Fire by Roger Taylor (1984)
Chapter 13 No Man’s Land by Bob Seger (1980)
Chapter 14One of These Things First by Nick Drake (1971)
Chapter 15 Piece of Clay by Marvin Gaye (1972)
Chapter 16Questions (Fragen) by Cliff Richard (1969)
Chapter 17 Ride Into the Sun by Lou Reed (1972)
Chapter 18 Small Axe by Bob Marley (1973)
Chapter 19 The Doll House by Phil Ochs (1969)
Chapter 20 Unwashed and Somewhat Slightly Dazed by David Bowie (1969)
Chapter 21Vienna by Billy Joel (1977)
Chapter 22 Wildflowers by Tom Petty (1994)
Chapters
Like a bird on the wire
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free
Like a worm on a hook
Like a knight from some old-fashioned book
I have saved all my ribbons for thee
If I, if I have been unkind
I hope that you can just let it go by
If I, if I have been untrue
I hope you know it was never to you
Like a knight from some old-fashioned book
I have saved all my ribbons for thee
If I, if I have been unkind
I hope that you can just let it go by
If I, if I have been untrue
I hope you know it was never to you
For like a baby, stillborn
Like a beast with his horn
I have torn everyone who reached out for me
But I swear by this song
And by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee
Like a beast with his horn
I have torn everyone who reached out for me
But I swear by this song
And by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch
He said to me, "you must not ask for so much"
And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door
She cried to me, "hey, why not ask for more?"
Oh, like a bird on the wire
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free
He said to me, "you must not ask for so much"
And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door
She cried to me, "hey, why not ask for more?"
Oh, like a bird on the wire
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free
Chapter 2 Cowboys Are Frequently, Secretly Fond of Each Other by Ned Sublette (1981)
There's many a strange impulse out on the plains of West Texas;
There's many a young boy who feels things he don't comprehend.
Well small town don't like it when somebody falls between sexes,
No, small town don't like it when a cowboy has feelings for men.
Well I believe in my soul that inside every man there's a feminine,
And inside every lady there's a deep manly voice loud and clear.
Well, a cowboy may brag about things that he does with his women,
But the ones who brag loudest are the ones that are most likely queer.
Cowboys are frequently secretly fond of each other
What did you think those saddles and boots was about?
There's many a cowboy who don't understand the way that he feels towards his brother,
Inside every cowboy there's a lady who'd love to slip out.
Ten men for each woman was the rule way back when on the prairie,
And somehow those cowboys must have kept themselves warm late at night.
Cowboys are famous for getting riled up about fairies,
But I'll tell you the reason a big strong man gets so uptight:
Cowboys are frequently secretly fond of each other
That's why they wear leather, and Levi's and belts buckled tight.
There's many a cowboy who don't understand the way that he feels towards his brother;
There's many a cowboy who's more like a lady at night.
Well there's always somebody who says what the others just whisper,
And mostly that someone's the first one to get shot down dead:
When you talk to a cowboy don't treat him like he was a sister
Don't mess with the lady that's sleepin' in each cowboy's head.
Cowboys are frequently secretly fond of each other
Even though they take speed and drive pickups and shoot their big guns;
There's many a cowboy who don't understand the way that he feels towards his brother;
There's many a cowboy who keeps quiet about things he's done.
There's many a young boy who feels things he don't comprehend.
Well small town don't like it when somebody falls between sexes,
No, small town don't like it when a cowboy has feelings for men.
Well I believe in my soul that inside every man there's a feminine,
And inside every lady there's a deep manly voice loud and clear.
Well, a cowboy may brag about things that he does with his women,
But the ones who brag loudest are the ones that are most likely queer.
Cowboys are frequently secretly fond of each other
What did you think those saddles and boots was about?
There's many a cowboy who don't understand the way that he feels towards his brother,
Inside every cowboy there's a lady who'd love to slip out.
Ten men for each woman was the rule way back when on the prairie,
And somehow those cowboys must have kept themselves warm late at night.
Cowboys are famous for getting riled up about fairies,
But I'll tell you the reason a big strong man gets so uptight:
Cowboys are frequently secretly fond of each other
That's why they wear leather, and Levi's and belts buckled tight.
There's many a cowboy who don't understand the way that he feels towards his brother;
There's many a cowboy who's more like a lady at night.
Well there's always somebody who says what the others just whisper,
And mostly that someone's the first one to get shot down dead:
When you talk to a cowboy don't treat him like he was a sister
Don't mess with the lady that's sleepin' in each cowboy's head.
Cowboys are frequently secretly fond of each other
Even though they take speed and drive pickups and shoot their big guns;
There's many a cowboy who don't understand the way that he feels towards his brother;
There's many a cowboy who keeps quiet about things he's done.
Chapter 3 Day of the Locusts by Bob Dylan (1970)
Oh, the benches were stained with tears and perspiration
The birdies were flying from tree to tree
There was little to say, there was no conversation
As I stepped to the stage to pick up my degree
And the locusts sang off in the distance
Yeah, the locusts sang such a sweet melody
Oh, the locusts sang off in the distance
Yeah, the locusts sang and they were singing for me
The birdies were flying from tree to tree
There was little to say, there was no conversation
As I stepped to the stage to pick up my degree
And the locusts sang off in the distance
Yeah, the locusts sang such a sweet melody
Oh, the locusts sang off in the distance
Yeah, the locusts sang and they were singing for me
I glanced into the chamber where the judges were talking
Darkness was everywhere, it smelled like a tomb
I was ready to leave, I was already walkin'
But the next time I looked there was light in the room
And the locusts sang, yeah, it give me a chill
Oh, the locusts sang such a sweet melody
Oh, the locusts sang their high whining trill
Yeah, the locusts sang and they were singing for me
Darkness was everywhere, it smelled like a tomb
I was ready to leave, I was already walkin'
But the next time I looked there was light in the room
And the locusts sang, yeah, it give me a chill
Oh, the locusts sang such a sweet melody
Oh, the locusts sang their high whining trill
Yeah, the locusts sang and they were singing for me
Outside of the gates the trucks were unloadin'
The weather was hot, a-nearly ninety degrees
The man standin' next to me, his head was exploding
Well, I was prayin' the pieces wouldn't fall on me
Yeah, the locusts sang off in the distance
Yeah, the locusts sang such a sweet melody
Oh, the locusts sang off in the distance
And the locusts sang and they were singing for me
The weather was hot, a-nearly ninety degrees
The man standin' next to me, his head was exploding
Well, I was prayin' the pieces wouldn't fall on me
Yeah, the locusts sang off in the distance
Yeah, the locusts sang such a sweet melody
Oh, the locusts sang off in the distance
And the locusts sang and they were singing for me
I put down my robe, picked up my diploma
Took hold of my sweetheart and away we did drive
Straight for the hills, the black hills of Dakota
Sure was glad to get out of there alive
And the locusts sang, well, it give me a chill
Yeah, the locusts sang such a sweet melody
And the locusts sang with a high whinin' trill
Yeah, the locusts sang and they was singing for me
Singing for me, well, singing for me
Took hold of my sweetheart and away we did drive
Straight for the hills, the black hills of Dakota
Sure was glad to get out of there alive
And the locusts sang, well, it give me a chill
Yeah, the locusts sang such a sweet melody
And the locusts sang with a high whinin' trill
Yeah, the locusts sang and they was singing for me
Singing for me, well, singing for me
Chapter 4 Elvaston Place by Al Stewart (1975)
Elvaston Place
A run-down basement in South Ken
Hiding your face
Behind the railings in the rain
Stony steps to a small grey herd
Of dustbins blinking in the sunlight
Our yesterday lives
Crouched by the fireside
In Elvaston Place
A run-down basement in South Ken
Hiding your face
Behind the railings in the rain
Stony steps to a small grey herd
Of dustbins blinking in the sunlight
Our yesterday lives
Crouched by the fireside
In Elvaston Place
Holes in the lace-
Curtains, splintery window frames
A small furnished space
We never knew the landlord's name
Electric bar to warm your winter toes
Evening paper for the bath mat
Watching the face
Happy beside me
In Elvaston Place
Curtains, splintery window frames
A small furnished space
We never knew the landlord's name
Electric bar to warm your winter toes
Evening paper for the bath mat
Watching the face
Happy beside me
In Elvaston Place
The city's spreading like a stony tide across the countryside
I live alone now in London town
Cars and buses everywhere, they hide the sun and eat the air
You need a friend when it gets you down
All the money that I've ever owned
I'd give it all tomorrow
If I could lay happy beside you
In Elvaston Place
I live alone now in London town
Cars and buses everywhere, they hide the sun and eat the air
You need a friend when it gets you down
All the money that I've ever owned
I'd give it all tomorrow
If I could lay happy beside you
In Elvaston Place
Elvaston Place
I stopped to look at you today
New whitewashed face
Behind the railings in the rain
You once held a love of mine
She changed just like the weather
The Kensington skies go on for ever
In Elvaston Place
I stopped to look at you today
New whitewashed face
Behind the railings in the rain
You once held a love of mine
She changed just like the weather
The Kensington skies go on for ever
In Elvaston Place
Chapter 5 Flowers Are Red by Harry Chapin (1978)
The little boy went first day of school
He got some crayons and started to draw
He put colors all over the paper
For colors was what he saw
And the teacher said.. What you doin' young man
I'm paintin' flowers he said
She said,
It's not the time for art young man
And anyway flowers are green and red
There's a time for everything young man
And a way it should be done
You've got to show concern for everyone else
For you're not the only one
He got some crayons and started to draw
He put colors all over the paper
For colors was what he saw
And the teacher said.. What you doin' young man
I'm paintin' flowers he said
She said,
It's not the time for art young man
And anyway flowers are green and red
There's a time for everything young man
And a way it should be done
You've got to show concern for everyone else
For you're not the only one
And she said
Flowers are red young man
Green leaves are green
There's no need to see flowers any other way
Than the way they always have been seen
Flowers are red young man
Green leaves are green
There's no need to see flowers any other way
Than the way they always have been seen
But the little boy said
There are so many colors in the rainbow
So many colors in the morning sun
So many colors in the flower and I see every one
There are so many colors in the rainbow
So many colors in the morning sun
So many colors in the flower and I see every one
Well the teacher said
You're sassy
There's ways that things should be
And you'll paint flowers the way they are
So repeat after me
You're sassy
There's ways that things should be
And you'll paint flowers the way they are
So repeat after me
And she said
Flowers are red young man
Green leaves are green
There's no need to see flowers any other way
Than the way they always have been seen
Flowers are red young man
Green leaves are green
There's no need to see flowers any other way
Than the way they always have been seen
But the little boy said
There are so many colors in the rainbow
So many colors in the morning sun
So many colors in the flower and I see every one
There are so many colors in the rainbow
So many colors in the morning sun
So many colors in the flower and I see every one
The teacher put him in a corner
She said
It's for your own good
And you won't come out 'til you get it right
And all responding like you should
Well finally he got lonely
Frightened thoughts filled his head
And he went up to the teacher
And this is what he said, and he said
She said
It's for your own good
And you won't come out 'til you get it right
And all responding like you should
Well finally he got lonely
Frightened thoughts filled his head
And he went up to the teacher
And this is what he said, and he said
Flowers are red, green leaves are green
There's no need to see flowers any other way
Than the way they always have been seen
There's no need to see flowers any other way
Than the way they always have been seen
Time went by like it always does
And they moved to another town
And the little boy went to another school
And this is what he found
The teacher there was smilin'
She said
Painting should be fun
And there are so many colors in a flower
So let's use every one
And they moved to another town
And the little boy went to another school
And this is what he found
The teacher there was smilin'
She said
Painting should be fun
And there are so many colors in a flower
So let's use every one
But that little boy painted flowers
In neat rows of green and red
And when the teacher asked him why
This is what he said
And he said
In neat rows of green and red
And when the teacher asked him why
This is what he said
And he said
Flowers are red, green leaves are green
There's no need to see flowers any other way
Than the way they always have been seen.
There's no need to see flowers any other way
Than the way they always have been seen.
Chapter 6 Gorilla, You’re a Desperado (1980)
Big gorilla at the L.A. Zoo
Snatched the glasses right off my face
Took the keys to my BMW
Left me here to take his place
Snatched the glasses right off my face
Took the keys to my BMW
Left me here to take his place
I wish the ape a lot of success
I'm sorry my apartment's a mess
Most of all I'm sorry if I made you blue
I'm betting the gorilla will, too
I'm sorry my apartment's a mess
Most of all I'm sorry if I made you blue
I'm betting the gorilla will, too
They say Jesus will find you wherever you go
But when He'll come looking for you, they don't know
In the mean time, keep your profile low
Gorilla, you're a desperado
But when He'll come looking for you, they don't know
In the mean time, keep your profile low
Gorilla, you're a desperado
He built a house on an acre of land
He called it 'Villa Gorilla Now'
I hear he's getting divorced
Laying low at L'Ermitage, of course
He called it 'Villa Gorilla Now'
I hear he's getting divorced
Laying low at L'Ermitage, of course
Then the ape grew very depressed
Went through Transactional Analysis
He plays racquetball and runs in the rain
Still he's shackled to a platinum chain
Went through Transactional Analysis
He plays racquetball and runs in the rain
Still he's shackled to a platinum chain
Big gorilla at the L.A. Zoo
Snatched the glasses right off my face
Took the keys to my BMW
Left me here to take his place
Snatched the glasses right off my face
Took the keys to my BMW
Left me here to take his place
Chapter 7 How Many Times by Cat Stevens / Yusuf Islam (1973)
How many times must I get up
Look out and see the same old view
How many times must I wear the same old things
And hear the same old things that I do, I do
How many times must I clean this face my face
And how many times must I shine my shoes, oh lord
How many times must I drink the same old drink
And dream the same old dreams that I do
Look out and see the same old view
How many times must I wear the same old things
And hear the same old things that I do, I do
How many times must I clean this face my face
And how many times must I shine my shoes, oh lord
How many times must I drink the same old drink
And dream the same old dreams that I do
Because I, I know one thing
There ain't nothing that could ever ease the pain
But for your line and mine
I want that loving again
There ain't nothing that could ever ease the pain
But for your line and mine
I want that loving again
How many times must I pass your place. your place
And how many times must I follow you, you
How many times must I see the same old things
When all I should be seeing is you
And how many times must I follow you, you
How many times must I see the same old things
When all I should be seeing is you
Because I, I know one thing
There ain't nothing that could ever ease the pain
But for your line and mine
I want that loving again, again
There ain't nothing that could ever ease the pain
But for your line and mine
I want that loving again, again
Chapter 8 Independence Day by Bruce Springsteen (1980)
Well Papa go to bed now it's getting late
Nothing we can say is gonna change anything now
I'll be leaving in the morning from St. Mary's Gate
We wouldn't change this thing even if we could somehow
Cause the darkness of this house has got the best of us
There's a darkness in this town that's got us too
But they can't touch me now
And you can't touch me now
They ain't gonna do to me
What I watched them do to you
So say goodbye it's Independence Day
It's Independence Day
All down the line
Just say goodbye it's Independence Day
It's Independence Day this time
Now I don't know what it always was with us
We chose the words, and yeah, we drew the lines
There was just no way this house could hold the two of us
I guess that we were just too much of the same kind
Well say goodbye it's Independence Day
It's Independence Day all boys must run away
So say goodbye it's Independence Day
All men must make their way come Independence Day
Now the rooms are all empty down at Frankie's joint
And the highway she's deserted clear down to Breaker's Point
There's a lot of people leaving town now
leaving their friends, their homes
At night they walk that dark and dusty highway all alone
Well Papa go to bed now, it's getting late
Nothing we can say can change anything now
Because there's just different people coming down here now and they see things in different ways
And soon everything we've known will just be swept away
So say goodbye it's Independence Day
Papa now I know the things you wanted that you could not say
But won't you just say goodbye it's Independence Day
I swear I never meant to take those things away
Nothing we can say is gonna change anything now
I'll be leaving in the morning from St. Mary's Gate
We wouldn't change this thing even if we could somehow
Cause the darkness of this house has got the best of us
There's a darkness in this town that's got us too
But they can't touch me now
And you can't touch me now
They ain't gonna do to me
What I watched them do to you
So say goodbye it's Independence Day
It's Independence Day
All down the line
Just say goodbye it's Independence Day
It's Independence Day this time
Now I don't know what it always was with us
We chose the words, and yeah, we drew the lines
There was just no way this house could hold the two of us
I guess that we were just too much of the same kind
Well say goodbye it's Independence Day
It's Independence Day all boys must run away
So say goodbye it's Independence Day
All men must make their way come Independence Day
Now the rooms are all empty down at Frankie's joint
And the highway she's deserted clear down to Breaker's Point
There's a lot of people leaving town now
leaving their friends, their homes
At night they walk that dark and dusty highway all alone
Well Papa go to bed now, it's getting late
Nothing we can say can change anything now
Because there's just different people coming down here now and they see things in different ways
And soon everything we've known will just be swept away
So say goodbye it's Independence Day
Papa now I know the things you wanted that you could not say
But won't you just say goodbye it's Independence Day
I swear I never meant to take those things away
Chapter 9 Jealous Guy by John Lennon (1971)
I was dreaming of the past
And my heart was beating fast
I began to lose control
I began to lose control
I didn't mean to hurt you
I'm sorry that I made you cry
Oh my I didn't want to hurt you
I'm just a jealous guy
And my heart was beating fast
I began to lose control
I began to lose control
I didn't mean to hurt you
I'm sorry that I made you cry
Oh my I didn't want to hurt you
I'm just a jealous guy
I was feeling insecure
You might not love me anymore
I was shivering inside
I was shivering inside
Oh I didn't mean to hurt you
I'm sorry that I made you cry
Oh my I didn't want to hurt you
I'm just a jealous guy
You might not love me anymore
I was shivering inside
I was shivering inside
Oh I didn't mean to hurt you
I'm sorry that I made you cry
Oh my I didn't want to hurt you
I'm just a jealous guy
I didn't mean to hurt you
I'm sorry that I made you cry
Oh my I didn't want to hurt you
I'm just a jealous guy
Oh my I didn't want to hurt you
I'm just a jealous guy
I was trying to catch your eyes
Thought that you was trying to hide
I was swallowing my pain
I was swallowing my pain
I didn't mean to hurt you
I'm sorry that I made you cry
Oh no I didn't want to hurt you
I'm just a jealous guy
Watch out baby I'm just a jealous guy
Look out baby I'm just a jealous guy
Thought that you was trying to hide
I was swallowing my pain
I was swallowing my pain
I didn't mean to hurt you
I'm sorry that I made you cry
Oh no I didn't want to hurt you
I'm just a jealous guy
Watch out baby I'm just a jealous guy
Look out baby I'm just a jealous guy
Chapter 10 Knotty Pine by Gordon Lightfoot (1983)
She's my knotty pine
She leans with the wind
She cries turpentine
Sometimes she nettles me
But I don't mind
Only now and then
When her branches lean beneath the snow
She's knotty but nice
Reaching for the sky
She don't like snow 'n ice
To leave things as they stand
Is my advice
She's been good to me
So I tend to go there when I can
She leans with the wind
She cries turpentine
Sometimes she nettles me
But I don't mind
Only now and then
When her branches lean beneath the snow
She's knotty but nice
Reaching for the sky
She don't like snow 'n ice
To leave things as they stand
Is my advice
She's been good to me
So I tend to go there when I can
She's my knotty pine
Such a pretty scene
She tries to be kind
She gives birds a home
And shelters them
In her coat of green
She's as green as evergreen can be
Such a pretty scene
She tries to be kind
She gives birds a home
And shelters them
In her coat of green
She's as green as evergreen can be
She's a real delight
When little breezes call
To ruffle up her skin
All her sap runs free
And sticks to me
Hidden deep within
I will be her slave eternally
When little breezes call
To ruffle up her skin
All her sap runs free
And sticks to me
Hidden deep within
I will be her slave eternally
She's my knotty pine
She leans with the wind
She crys turpentine
Sometimes she nettles me
But I don't mind
Only now and then
When her branches lean beneath the snow
She leans with the wind
She crys turpentine
Sometimes she nettles me
But I don't mind
Only now and then
When her branches lean beneath the snow
Chapter 11 Leader of the Band by Dan Fogelberg (1981)
An only child alone and wild, a cabinet maker's son
His hands were meant for different work
And his heart was known to none
He left his home and went his lone and solitary way
And he gave to me a gift I know I never can repay
His hands were meant for different work
And his heart was known to none
He left his home and went his lone and solitary way
And he gave to me a gift I know I never can repay
A quiet man of music denied a simpler fate
He tried to be a soldier once, but his music wouldn't wait
He earned his love through discipline, a thundering velvet hand
His gentle means of sculpting souls took me years to understand
He tried to be a soldier once, but his music wouldn't wait
He earned his love through discipline, a thundering velvet hand
His gentle means of sculpting souls took me years to understand
The leader of the band is tired and his eyes are growing old
But his blood runs through my instrument and his song is in my soul
My life has been a poor attempt to imitate the man
I'm just a living legacy to the leader of the band
But his blood runs through my instrument and his song is in my soul
My life has been a poor attempt to imitate the man
I'm just a living legacy to the leader of the band
My brother's lives were different for they heard another call
One went to Chicago and the other to St Paul
And I'm in Colorado when I'm not in some hotel
Living out this life I've chose and come to know so well
One went to Chicago and the other to St Paul
And I'm in Colorado when I'm not in some hotel
Living out this life I've chose and come to know so well
I thank you for the music and your stories of the road
I thank you for the freedom when it came my time to go
I thank you for the kindness and the times when you got tough
And papa, I don't think I said I love you near enough
I thank you for the freedom when it came my time to go
I thank you for the kindness and the times when you got tough
And papa, I don't think I said I love you near enough
The leader of the band is tired and his eyes are growing old
But his blood runs through my instrument and his song is in my soul
My life has been a poor attempt to imitate the man
I'm just a living legacy to the leader of the band
I am a living legacy to the leader of the band
But his blood runs through my instrument and his song is in my soul
My life has been a poor attempt to imitate the man
I'm just a living legacy to the leader of the band
I am a living legacy to the leader of the band
Chapter 12 Man on Fire by Roger Taylor (1984)
I walk these streets each and every day
Trying to find some work just to earn my pay
Just to make some plans for you some day.
But plans don't work and it's not that fine,
Trying to find some work just to earn my pay
Just to make some plans for you some day.
But plans don't work and it's not that fine,
When you got no money all you got is time;
Don't it make you stop and wonder why?
Sometimes I feel like a man on fire,
Sometimes I feel like a man possessed,
Sometimes I want to burn down this crazy town.
Don't it make you stop and wonder why?
Sometimes I feel like a man on fire,
Sometimes I feel like a man possessed,
Sometimes I want to burn down this crazy town.
I walk these streets each and every night,
Feel like I'm playing my role but it fits too tight.
Watch my life go by in black and white.
When times are hard and times are rough
Then you better be made of sterner stuff.
Feel like I'm playing my role but it fits too tight.
Watch my life go by in black and white.
When times are hard and times are rough
Then you better be made of sterner stuff.
You'll find it's time to stop and wonder why.
I'm smokin', I'm burnin',
I'm twisting and turning
But one thing I'm learning.
I'm smokin', I'm burnin',
I'm twisting and turning
But one thing I'm learning.
It's the power of your love keeps me under their thumb
'cause the beat of your heart is the beat of my drum;
Don't it make you stop and wonder why?
'cause the beat of your heart is the beat of my drum;
Don't it make you stop and wonder why?
Sometimes I feel like a man on fire,
Sometimes I feel like a man possessed,
Sometimes I want to burn down this crazy town.
Sometimes I feel like a man on fire,
Sometimes I feel like a man possessed,
Sometimes I want to burn down this crazy town.
Sometimes I feel like a man on fire,
Sometimes I feel like a man possessed,
Sometimes I want to burn down this crazy town.
Sometimes I feel like a man on fire,
Sometimes I feel like a man possessed,
Sometimes I want to burn down this crazy town.
Sometimes I feel like a man on fire,
Sometimes I feel like a man possessed,
Sometimes I want to burn down this crazy town.
Sometimes I feel like a man on fire,
Sometimes I feel like a man possessed,
Sometimes I want to burn down this crazy town
Sometimes I feel like a man on fire,
Sometimes I feel like a man possessed,
Sometimes I want to burn down this crazy town
Chapter 13 No Man’s Land by Bob Seger (1980)
Headin' in, or headin' out
Standin' on this shore
Pause a moment to reflect
Which trip cost 'em all
Between the ever restless crowd
And the silence of your room
Spend an hour in no man's land
You'll be leavin’ soon
Standin' on this shore
Pause a moment to reflect
Which trip cost 'em all
Between the ever restless crowd
And the silence of your room
Spend an hour in no man's land
You'll be leavin’ soon
Victims come and victims go
There's always life to spare
One victim and it's the tragedy
One victim stops and stares
Still another walks one by
Pretendin' not to see
They're all out there in no man's land
'Cause it's the safest place to be
There's always life to spare
One victim and it's the tragedy
One victim stops and stares
Still another walks one by
Pretendin' not to see
They're all out there in no man's land
'Cause it's the safest place to be
The sanctuary never comes
Without some kind of risk
Illusions without freedom
Never quite add up to bliss
Without some kind of risk
Illusions without freedom
Never quite add up to bliss
The haunting and the haunted
Play a game no one can win
The spirits come at midnight
And by dawn they're gone again
Play a game no one can win
The spirits come at midnight
And by dawn they're gone again
So it seems, our destiny
Is searchin' everywhere
Drive that ever changin' wage
It never seems to crest
Shiver in the darkest night
Afraid to make a stand
And then go back and do our time
Out there in no man's land
Is searchin' everywhere
Drive that ever changin' wage
It never seems to crest
Shiver in the darkest night
Afraid to make a stand
And then go back and do our time
Out there in no man's land
Out in no man's land
Oh-oh
Out in no man's land
Out there, out there, out there, out there
No man's land
(ooh)
Out in no man's land
Out there, out there, out there, out there
No man's land
(ooh)
Chapter 14One of These Things First by Nick Drake (1971)
I could have been a sailor, could have been a cook
A real live lover, could have been a book.
I could have been a signpost, could have been a clock
As simple as a kettle, steady as a rock.
I could be
Here and now
I would be, I should be
But how?
I could have been
One of these things first
A real live lover, could have been a book.
I could have been a signpost, could have been a clock
As simple as a kettle, steady as a rock.
I could be
Here and now
I would be, I should be
But how?
I could have been
One of these things first
I could have been
One of these things first.
One of these things first.
I could have been your pillar, could have been your door
I could have stayed beside you, could have stayed for more.
Could have been your statue, could have been your friend,
A whole long lifetime could have been the end.
I could be yours so true
I would be, I should be through and through
I could have been
One of these things first
I could have been
One of these things first.
I could have stayed beside you, could have stayed for more.
Could have been your statue, could have been your friend,
A whole long lifetime could have been the end.
I could be yours so true
I would be, I should be through and through
I could have been
One of these things first
I could have been
One of these things first.
I could have been a whistle, could have been a flute
A real live giver, could have been a boot.
I could have been a signpost, could have been a clock
As simple as a kettle, steady as a rock.
I could be even here
I would be, I should be so near
I could have been
One of these things first
I could have been
One of these things first.
A real live giver, could have been a boot.
I could have been a signpost, could have been a clock
As simple as a kettle, steady as a rock.
I could be even here
I would be, I should be so near
I could have been
One of these things first
I could have been
One of these things first.
Chapter 15 Piece of Clay by Marvin Gaye (1972)
Father stop
Criticizing (criticizing) your son
Mother please
Leave your daughters alone
Don't you see that's what wrong
With the world (with the world) today (oh)
Everybody wants somebody
To be their own piece of clay (oh)
Everybody wants somebody
To be their own piece of clay
Criticizing (criticizing) your son
Mother please
Leave your daughters alone
Don't you see that's what wrong
With the world (with the world) today (oh)
Everybody wants somebody
To be their own piece of clay (oh)
Everybody wants somebody
To be their own piece of clay
We all talk about kindness
But it's only only a word (truly)
Brother turned on a sister
In this cruel, cruel world
That's what's wrong
With all in this world today
Everybody wants somebody
To be their own piece of clay
Oh!
Everybody wants somebody
To be their own piece of clay
But it's only only a word (truly)
Brother turned on a sister
In this cruel, cruel world
That's what's wrong
With all in this world today
Everybody wants somebody
To be their own piece of clay
Oh!
Everybody wants somebody
To be their own piece of clay
Aah aah (woo)
Somebody to play with
Wanna to mold you, wanna mold you
Shape it like they wanna
Wanna to do their thing
Somebody to play with
Wanna to mold you, wanna mold you
Shape it like they wanna
Wanna to do their thing
Children are told
To give not just to take
If we were all children
You know the world will be a better place
Oh, everybody wants somebody
To be their own piece of clay
To give not just to take
If we were all children
You know the world will be a better place
Oh, everybody wants somebody
To be their own piece of clay
We should all love each other (each other)
Love not hate one another (one another)
Love not hate one another (one another)
We should all love each other (each other)
Love not hate, oh
Everybody wants somebody
To be their own piece of clay
Yeah, everybody wants somebody
To be their own piece of clay
True, everybody wants somebody
To mold them (to be their own piece of clay), shape them own way
(Oh) aye, everybody wants somebody
Try to make it (to be their own piece of clay)
Or do their, do their thing (want to)
Everybody wants to take somebody (somebody)
Got to make 'em, make 'em like their self (piece of clay)
(Oh) everybody wants somebody (somebody)
To be their own (somebody, somebody, somebody) piece of clay
Yeah, everybody wants somebody (somebody) to be (to be their own piece of clay)
Somebody, somebody
Somebody (somebody), somebody (to be their own piece of clay) (somebody somebody)
Somebody (somebody), somebody (to be their own piece of clay) (somebody somebody somebody)
To be their own piece of clay
Yeah, everybody wants somebody
To be their own piece of clay
True, everybody wants somebody
To mold them (to be their own piece of clay), shape them own way
(Oh) aye, everybody wants somebody
Try to make it (to be their own piece of clay)
Or do their, do their thing (want to)
Everybody wants to take somebody (somebody)
Got to make 'em, make 'em like their self (piece of clay)
(Oh) everybody wants somebody (somebody)
To be their own (somebody, somebody, somebody) piece of clay
Yeah, everybody wants somebody (somebody) to be (to be their own piece of clay)
Somebody, somebody
Somebody (somebody), somebody (to be their own piece of clay) (somebody somebody)
Somebody (somebody), somebody (to be their own piece of clay) (somebody somebody somebody)
Chapter 16 Questions (Fragen) by Cliff Richard (1969)
How to start? What to say?
I don't remember ever feeling this way.
Can it be true? Does anyone care?
Is it only make-believe or are You really there?
Is there a chance I've been missing the best?
Could it be life is more than a guess?
I don't remember ever feeling this way.
Can it be true? Does anyone care?
Is it only make-believe or are You really there?
Is there a chance I've been missing the best?
Could it be life is more than a guess?
I'm afraid to let go, yet I long to see.
If You are real, be real to me,
If You are real, be real to me.
If You are real, be real to me,
If You are real, be real to me.
Okay, supposing I were to come to You?
Not saying I will, just supposing I do?
Would I have to be, just another guy?
Two a penny's not for me, it just won't satisfy.
I'm just confused, by candles and prayers.
I just need to know, if You are there.
Not saying I will, just supposing I do?
Would I have to be, just another guy?
Two a penny's not for me, it just won't satisfy.
I'm just confused, by candles and prayers.
I just need to know, if You are there.
Show me the way, for I long to see.
If You are real, be real to me,
If You are real, be real to me.
If You are real, be real to me,
If You are real, be real to me.
I'm just confused, by candles and prayers.
I just need to know, if You are there.
I just need to know, if You are there.
Show me the way, for I long to see.
If You are real, be real to me,
If You are real, be real to me.
If You are real, be real to me,
If You are real, be real to me.
Chapter 17 Ride Into the Sun by Lou Reed (1972)
Looking for another place
Someone else to be
Looking for another chance
To ride into the sun
Someone else to be
Looking for another chance
To ride into the sun
Ride into the sun
Ride into the sun
Ride into the sun
Ride into the sun
Ride into the sun
Ride into the sun
Ride into the sun
Where everything seems so pretty
When you're lonely and tired of the city
Remember, it's a flower made out of clay
To the city
When you're lonely and tired of the city
Remember, it's a flower made out of clay
To the city
Where everything seems so ugly
When you're sitting at home in self pity
Remember, you're just one more person
Who's living there
When you're sitting at home in self pity
Remember, you're just one more person
Who's living there
It's hard to live in the city
It's hard to live in the city
It's hard to live in the city
It's hard to live in the city
It's hard to live in the city
It's hard to live in the city
It's hard to live in the city
Chapter 18 Small Axe by Bob Marley (1973)
Why boasteth thyself, O evil men
Playing smart and-a not being clever!
I said you're working iniquity
To achieve vanity (if a-so, a-so),
But the goodness of Jah - Jah
Endureth for ever
Playing smart and-a not being clever!
I said you're working iniquity
To achieve vanity (if a-so, a-so),
But the goodness of Jah - Jah
Endureth for ever
So if you are the big tree,
We are the small axe
Ready to cut you down, (well sharp)
To cut you down
We are the small axe
Ready to cut you down, (well sharp)
To cut you down
These are the words of my master
Keep on tellin' me: no weak out shall prosper
Keep on tellin' me: no weak out shall prosper
Eh! Whosoever diggeth a pit
Shall fall in it - fall in it
And whosoever diggeth a pit
Shall fall in it (fall in it)
Shall fall in it - fall in it
And whosoever diggeth a pit
Shall fall in it (fall in it)
If you are the big tree,
Let me tell you that: we are the small axe
Sharpened ready ready to cut you down, (well sharp)
To cut you down.
Let me tell you that: we are the small axe
Sharpened ready ready to cut you down, (well sharp)
To cut you down.
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, to cut you down,
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, to cut you down)
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, to cut you down)
These are the words of my master
Tellin' me that: no weak out shall prosper
Tellin' me that: no weak out shall prosper
And whosoever diggeth a pit
Shall fall in it, uh! bury in it!
And whosoever diggeth a pit
Shall bury in it, uh! (bury in it)
Shall fall in it, uh! bury in it!
And whosoever diggeth a pit
Shall bury in it, uh! (bury in it)
If you are the big, big tree,
We are the small axe
Ready to cut you down, (well sharp)
To cut you down
We are the small axe
Ready to cut you down, (well sharp)
To cut you down
If you are the big, big tree,
Let me tell you that: we are the small axe
Ready to cut you down, (well sharp)
To cut you down
Let me tell you that: we are the small axe
Ready to cut you down, (well sharp)
To cut you down
Chapter 19 The Doll House by Phil Ochs (1969)
Lost in the valley of vaults/dolls/Oz(?)
Fell from the path, it was nobody's fault
That I was alone.
Time dripped from the trees
Fell from the path, it was nobody's fault
That I was alone.
Time dripped from the trees
Left through the nail (I leapt through alamp/land/lap/laugh(?) (?))
I fell to my knees before the throne
And the crown was covered jewels, sparkling schools
The beautiful fauns/falls/(?)
I fell to my knees before the throne
And the crown was covered jewels, sparkling schools
The beautiful fauns/falls/(?)
The magnificent battle was fought
And Cinderella's soldier fish was caught
And the lady from the lake
Who helped me to escape
And Cinderella's soldier fish was caught
And the lady from the lake
Who helped me to escape
Led me to myself at last
Though I danced with the dolls in the doll house
The flower fled from my feet,
Tom Sawyer voice through the hole of the key,
Though I danced with the dolls in the doll house
The flower fled from my feet,
Tom Sawyer voice through the hole of the key,
Landed so gently.
Castles cover the cave,
I had no choice, the visions were brave
And the phantoms were friendly,
Castles cover the cave,
I had no choice, the visions were brave
And the phantoms were friendly,
And Pirate Jenny was dancing for pennies,
The knucklebones tossed in a spin,
There were silver songs on her skin.
And she wasn't caring when the ship came in.
The knucklebones tossed in a spin,
There were silver songs on her skin.
And she wasn't caring when the ship came in.
And the lady from the lake
Helped me to escape
Led me to myself at last,
Though I danced with the dolls in the doll house
Helped me to escape
Led me to myself at last,
Though I danced with the dolls in the doll house
My costume dropped to the floor,
Naked at last, I couldn't fight any-more,
And the service was rendered.
A poem fell from the wine, buried the past.
Naked at last, I couldn't fight any-more,
And the service was rendered.
A poem fell from the wine, buried the past.
The future was mine and the present sur-rendered.
And the ballet master is beckoning faster,
The ballerina was posed, in the fragile beauty we froze.
Let go, let go, let go, let go, let go.
And the ballet master is beckoning faster,
The ballerina was posed, in the fragile beauty we froze.
Let go, let go, let go, let go, let go.
And the lady from the lake
Who helped me to escape
Left me with myself at last
Though I danced with the doll in the doll house
Who helped me to escape
Left me with myself at last
Though I danced with the doll in the doll house
Chapter 20 Unwashed and Somewhat Slightly Dazed by David Bowie (1969)
Spy spy pretty girl
I see you see me through your window
Don't turn your nose up
Well you can if you need to you won't be the first or the last
It must strain you to look down so far from your father's house
And I know what a louse like me in his house could do for you
I'm the cream
Of the great Utopia dream
And you're the gleam
In the depths of your banker's spleen
I'm a phallus in pigtails
And there's blood on my nose
And my tissue is rotting
Where the rats chew my bones
And my eye sockets empty
See nothing but pain
I keep having this brainstorm
About twelve times a day
So nowYou could spend the morning walking with mequite amazed
As I'm unwashed and somewhat slightly dazed
I got eyes in my backside
That see electric tomatoes
On credit card rye bread
There are children in washrooms
Holding hands with a queen
And my heads full of murders
Where only killers scream
So now you could spend the morning talking with me quite amazed
Look out I'm raving mad and somewhat slightly dazed
Now you run from your window
To the porcelain bowl
And you're sick from your ears
To the red parquet floor
And the braque on the wall
Slides down your front
And eats through your belly
It's very catching
So nowyou should spend the mornings lying to your father quite amazed
About the strange unwashed and happily slightly dazed
I see you see me through your window
Don't turn your nose up
Well you can if you need to you won't be the first or the last
It must strain you to look down so far from your father's house
And I know what a louse like me in his house could do for you
I'm the cream
Of the great Utopia dream
And you're the gleam
In the depths of your banker's spleen
I'm a phallus in pigtails
And there's blood on my nose
And my tissue is rotting
Where the rats chew my bones
And my eye sockets empty
See nothing but pain
I keep having this brainstorm
About twelve times a day
So nowYou could spend the morning walking with mequite amazed
As I'm unwashed and somewhat slightly dazed
I got eyes in my backside
That see electric tomatoes
On credit card rye bread
There are children in washrooms
Holding hands with a queen
And my heads full of murders
Where only killers scream
So now you could spend the morning talking with me quite amazed
Look out I'm raving mad and somewhat slightly dazed
Now you run from your window
To the porcelain bowl
And you're sick from your ears
To the red parquet floor
And the braque on the wall
Slides down your front
And eats through your belly
It's very catching
So nowyou should spend the mornings lying to your father quite amazed
About the strange unwashed and happily slightly dazed
Chapter 21 Vienna by Billy Joel (1977)
Slow down, you crazy child
You're so ambitious for a juvenile
But then if you're so smart, then tell me
Why are you still so afraid?
You're so ambitious for a juvenile
But then if you're so smart, then tell me
Why are you still so afraid?
Where's the fire, what's the hurry about?
You'd better cool it off before you burn it out
You've got so much to do
And only so many hours in a day
You'd better cool it off before you burn it out
You've got so much to do
And only so many hours in a day
But you know that when the truth is told
That you can get what you want or you get old
You're gonna kick off before you even
Get halfway through
When will you realize, Vienna waits for you
That you can get what you want or you get old
You're gonna kick off before you even
Get halfway through
When will you realize, Vienna waits for you
Slow down, you're doing fine
You can't be everything you want to be
Before your time
Although it's so romantic on the borderline tonight
Tonight,
Too bad but it's the life you lead
You're so ahead of yourself that you forgot what you need
Though you can see when you're wrong, you know
You can't always see when you're right. you're right
You can't be everything you want to be
Before your time
Although it's so romantic on the borderline tonight
Tonight,
Too bad but it's the life you lead
You're so ahead of yourself that you forgot what you need
Though you can see when you're wrong, you know
You can't always see when you're right. you're right
You've got your passion, you've got your pride
But don't you know that only fools are satisfied?
Dream on, but don't imagine they'll all come true
When will you realize, Vienna waits for you?
But don't you know that only fools are satisfied?
Dream on, but don't imagine they'll all come true
When will you realize, Vienna waits for you?
Slow down, you crazy child
And take the phone off the hook and disappear for awhile
It's all right, you can afford to lose a day or two
When will you realize, Vienna waits for you?
And you know that when the truth is told
That you can get what you want or you can just get old
You're gonna kick off before you even get half through
Why don't you realize, Vienna waits for you
When will you realize, Vienna waits for you?
And take the phone off the hook and disappear for awhile
It's all right, you can afford to lose a day or two
When will you realize, Vienna waits for you?
And you know that when the truth is told
That you can get what you want or you can just get old
You're gonna kick off before you even get half through
Why don't you realize, Vienna waits for you
When will you realize, Vienna waits for you?
Chapter 22 Wildflowers by Tom Petty (1994)
You belong among the wildflowers
You belong in a boat out at sea
Sail away, kill off the hours
You belong somewhere you feel free
Run away, find you a lover
Go away somewhere all bright and new
I have seen no other
Who compares with you
You belong among the wildflowers
You belong in a boat out at sea
You belong with your love on your arm
You belong somewhere you feel free
Run away, go find a lover
Run away, let your heart be your guide
You deserve the deepest of cover
You belong in that home by and by
You belong among the wildflowers
You belong somewhere close to me
Far away from your trouble and worry
You belong somewhere you feel free
You belong somewhere you feel free
You belong in a boat out at sea
Sail away, kill off the hours
You belong somewhere you feel free
Run away, find you a lover
Go away somewhere all bright and new
I have seen no other
Who compares with you
You belong among the wildflowers
You belong in a boat out at sea
You belong with your love on your arm
You belong somewhere you feel free
Run away, go find a lover
Run away, let your heart be your guide
You deserve the deepest of cover
You belong in that home by and by
You belong among the wildflowers
You belong somewhere close to me
Far away from your trouble and worry
You belong somewhere you feel free
You belong somewhere you feel free
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