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At the intersection waiting
for the bus to take me home
and the wind comes in a-raging
all the way from Rome
just a rubble bucket full of rubbish
and I stand alone and watch
like a silver cane in Broadway
it hit's me in the crotch
Once I knew a man of shadows
he was speechless by the greed
that surrounded him like witchcraft
like a garden sticker weed
there were businessmen in office
there was hunger on the streets
there were iron bars in windows
there was blood below my feet
As I stumble through my journey
voices echo in my head
saying "nothing stands for granted!"
saying "all the men had fled"
so I'll take what I can gather
in confusion made to run
and they strip me of my innocence
in my hand they plant a gun
I know nothing is forever
I know everything must pass
I know God must curse the wicked
I know God must bless the grass
as I walk my path to heaven
in the valley in the night
I know nothing really matters
and we all must win the fight
Quick to kill and quick to bury
quick to steal and quick to flee
and they wear their masks of glory
and they tell me what to see
so I'll put away my weapons
and I'll leave them to their spree
and I'll shout down from the mountain
"you ain't got nothing on me"
'Cause I'm the one who built the pyramids
and I set this country free
I beat Hitler and the Fascists
and I didn't charge no fee
I seen Jesus die for silver
seen the Clintons twice exposed
and I'm tired of drawing pistols
but I guess that's the way it goes
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Shroud of snow down Bleeker Street
hovers swiftly on the frozen ground
we are thinking we could make ends meet
wishing we could stop the sound
but in the end we face the wall
shaking in the wind but feeling fine
if you need a place to crawl
you can find me at the end of the line
From Syracuse to New South Wales
from Albany to Baltimore
you can hear old couples tell the tales
of pigeons on the second floor
see them hanging in the southern breeze
hear those Methodist bells chime
when you're down and on your knees
you can find me at the end of the line
For it's many a mile I've traveled
and many a pint I've drunk
and it's all but rocks and gravel
of all the thoughts I'd thunk
in my day
At dawn I wake to find my love
in bed, still dreaming deep
way down yonder, shady grove
the outlaw mothers weep
I must not stay another day
though your misty eyes remain soft and kind
if you're weary where you lay
you can find me at the end of the line
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Wouldn't You
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Here comes a hurricane
here goes a hunger game
here comes the sun shining through
here comes a Gypsy queen
here goes a slave machine
here comes the old and the new
and all the while I sit the in the corner
I work my way to sit you in the corner too
wouldn't you?
I pass by a summer dream
a broken cigarette machine
where do I go from here?
the highway is opening
the coffee is simmering
trying to dry out the tears
and all the while the sun beats down the prairie
I take your hand to lead you through the prairie too
wouldn't you?
I see you in summer vacation
I see you on waterfall hill
I'll be in the next publication
of somebody's working-class will
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One More Song
02:56
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Feels like yesterday
waiting for the moon
to make the sunshine go away
surely there was room
for all the games we used to play
Now we're just sitting by the bay
looking for a box to put
our voodoo dolls and clay
thinking that we got it
in the New York City way
And the time goes
around the faces of the dry rows
makes no difference if we stand close
and wait together for the song
But the song lifts
like Cinderella, when the shoe fits
we'll stand together when the storm hits
we'll sing together one more song
Times we used to cry
and our eyes were smiling
but our cheeks would never dry
silently we'd sit there
with our cigarettes and chai
No, we never say goodbye
only "how you doing?"
and " I'll see you by and by"
And the time goes
around the faces of the dry rows
makes no difference if we stand close
and wait together for the song
But the song lifts
like Cinderella, when the shoe fits
we'll stand together when the storm hits
we'll sing together one more song
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The Account
05:28
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When they stripped me of my honor
in the dawning of salvation
I was dining with the angels
I was touched by revelation
and you told me you were empty
like a pebble in the water
but your wine whispered my secret
that the devil has no daughter
When I cross the streets of Brooklyn
with my bag slung on my shoulder
and my lady of the summer
you can feel it getting colder
and I wish that I was local
so I wouldn't have to leave you
but my time is like a river
so I never could deceive you
Raise your glass to love
raise your glass to everything
and everyone you love
raise your glass to courage
in the face of timeless heartache
brought by everyone you love
And you spoke in broken English
saying “none of us are perfect,
but we do our best to worship
and we're worshiping each-other”
would you come if I was richer
if I had a house of plenty
would you follow me to freedom
if I lost you every penny
Well, your hair spills down like honey
over cheeks of wine and roses
but I haven't got the money
so we kiss each-others' noses
if I knew you in December
we'd be running on the beaches
of the places I remember
singing song and licking peaches
Sing your song to love
sing your song to everything
and everyone you love
sing your song to patience
in the face of timeless heartache
brought by everyone you love
But it's time for me
to be on my way
for me
to open the gate
for you
to open the door
for us
to be on the lookout
for me
to live for today
for you
to live for tomorrow
for me
to be on my way
I can see you now so clearly
picking lilies with your guru
and your eyes are like a poem
written long before I knew you
yes, I knew you were quite pretty
but I kneel before your body
like a soldier in Korea
in solute for the children in the ground
Raise your glass to love
raise your glass to everything
and everyone you love
raise your glass to courage
in the face of timeless heartache
brought by everyone you love
Sing your song to love
sing your song to everything
and everyone you love
sing your song to patience
in the face of timeless heartache
brought by everyone you love
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