: a shake of the tin the money drops in, but is it a sin you're standing in rags you're selling your flags but who gets the dough at the end of the day
: Crickets are chirpin', the water is high, There's a soft cotton dress on the line hangin' dry, Window wide open, African trees Bent over backwards
: In your leather jacket my cigarette will make a hole I'll end up in the ashtray blown into ashes by your love My girl she says That everything's
: (Bowie) La la la la la la, la la la la la la la A winter?s day, a bitter snowflake on my face My summer girl takes little backward steps away
: Talk of yesterday and She will show her Brothers photographed In callous clothes. Say tommorow and She'll say come find me On a beach, and there will
: (S. Goodman) It's a long time since I saw you last So tell me how you've been Did you ever get to buy that yellow coat? Do the flowers in you window
: Hey Mr. Postman, quit bringing me lemons. There's far more than I can use. They're tumbling out of my closet. Rolling from under my bed. When I'm
: Grow into me like a vine through a sidewalk Struggling to reach for the sky Grow into me like the veins on my forehead that stand out whenever I
: So sorry son you're worrying your mother No explanation's gonna make it seem alright Young boy, listen to your father It's more than just your life
: I heard that you began to grow flowers, I wanna know their names and of their colors, And for you to tell me how they feel, there beside each other
: I can't be held responsible for blown behaviour I lost all contact with my only saviour No-one locked me out because I failed to phone up I can't bear
: So hold on to this coat If its hot and its heavy, but winter can be cold Hold me close by the water, one more time Imagine there's no orders tonight
its a leather jacket be careful thats a lot a lot of leather yeah its a jacket my mom did when i was young (x3) would you do it babe for me know be
I wanna tell you what's on my mind And i wanna bill you for wasted time And wasted cigarettes that quenched your fix And wasted spit I left there upon
a shake of the tin the money drops in, but is it a sin you're standing in rags you're selling your flags but who gets the dough at the end of the day
Jospeph's Coat (John Cipollina/Nick Gravenites) Joseph's many coloured coat left him lyin' in the moat He lived his life as prince and slave and in
(Joseph) I closed my eyes, drew back the curtain To see for certain what I thought I knew Far far away, someone was weeping But the world was sleeping
(Jacob) Joseph's mother, she was quite my favorite wife I never really loved another all my life And Joseph was my joy because He reminded me of her (
