where to start...
The Guggenheim Grotto
Who has more beauty, finch or black jackdaw?
Who is more precious, fleece or red tiger claw?
Does joy or sorrow lie closer to god?
Do angels and devils deal from one deck of cards?
You must sing more sad.
You must sing more sad.
You know the world wouldn’t feel so bad if you would sing more sad.
Does love lie in madness, madness in truth?
Is wisdom in knowing, knowing can never prove?
If being can be but being right now,
How can tomorrow weigh anything more than cloud?
Tom Baxter
Oh...So here I sit and I reminisce,
Of that afternoon when our lips first kissed,
Drinking Italian wines
In that sweet hot summertime,
When you said you'd be mine forever
The Shades
I gave you the impression I was something I’m not
I was trying too hard
I kept on thinking I couldn’t be what you thought of me
I’m sorry
I gave you the impression I was more than I am
I just had to have you
I kept on thinking I couldn’t be all that you need
I’m so sorry
Anna Lee
And I know that loving you is forbidden
It’s sweeter on the other side
And I don’t mind if you have me driven
Out of my mind waiting
Bill Coleman
And when you were shy you got drunk
When you got drunk you were a fool
When you were a fool you fell apart
When you fell apart you picked yourself up again,
didn’t you?
When you were sold you wouldn’t buy it
When you are old you will regret it
When you were bad you tried to hide it
When you were mad you just broke it
And when you were laughing you were dry
When you were crying you were high
And every escape is just a lie
Every escape is just a lie
Every escape is just a lie
Every escape is just a lie
Tom Waits
I admit that I ain't no angel
I admit that I ain't no saint
I'm selfish and I'm cruel and I'm blind
If I exorcise my devils
Well my angels may leave too
When they leave they're so hard to find
So please call me, baby
Wherever you are
It's too cold to be out walking in the streets
We do crazy things when we're wounded
Everyone's a bit insane
I don't want you catching your death of cold
Out walking in the rain
Mick Flannery
I have lost every ring,
I have broken every chain,
And I've burned every bridge on my way.
I have worn out all my welcome,
I have scorned each fond approach,
And I've torn up every song I ever played.
I have one heart,
One head,
And one bundle
Of one's regret.
I have placed myself in races
That raced through lonely places,
But I never could escape my own parole.
I have chased it and I have caught it,
I have faced it and I have fought it,
But I've wasted every chance to lose control.
I have one heart,
One head,
And one bundle
Of one's regret.
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