small I?ll never read the big letters of poems written by? God? by god? The chances thrown upon a table like dice? I?ll never read the big letters of poems
fine to have a chance to hang around And lie there by the fire and watch the evenin' tire Along with friends and my old lady Sit and pass a pipe around And talk of poems
: (Mason Williams) Them Sand Pickers: How 'bout them sand pickers, ain't they grand? Sittin' on their haunches, pickin' in the sand. Pickin' in the
: (Mason Williams) Lunch Toters: How about them lunch toters, ain't they a bunch? Goin' off to work a-totin' their lunch. Totin' them vittles. Totin
: The crowd gathers the rain The crowd gathers inside the rain The sky is green Greener than a gardener's dream The grass is green Together they sing
: On squalid and stony walls When the mind to the thinking bows Sexton of the stygian shrine Is falling into the same mistake One guardian is lost,
: whisper soft whisper low tell me things I shouldn't know with you I want to grow if this is love it hangs in doubt it'll kill you or me if we come
: I wanted to tell you But couldn't find a way Good morning sun I'd shout from the rooftops But I might ruin your day Good morning sun Never been this
: Don't know if I?m going up Or coming down My head's been wasted Some time soon I know I'll have to find a bed Come on let's face it Don't know now
: I tried to tell you that I followed you down followed you here in time I'll prove that there was nothing to fear having me here say goodbye say goodbye
: Once in a while you get lost Pick up a map at any cost You should know where to go It's your life Why don't you just look Around this town What you
: So where are we Today Lost I fear And so we pray For help To come our way It's coming soon Believe it Just close your eyes And see it through I don
: Just look around You're all alone Just open you're eyes, you're eyes There's made of stone Just look around There's no one there Eyes to the ground
: Here they come Your sons and daughters Down your streets And round your corners Fair of face And lost forever Dreaming dreams Of what they know will
: In town heads were turning As you slowly made your way From the seventh floor apartment Daddy bought you Strung out for hours Talking till you dropped
: What happened to America?s young and distant dream What happened to The black and white united Tamla Motown world What became of the fight To right
: I saw your face at the end of my cup You smiled and you said "You should have another coffee, It'll help you wake up And then we can dance" So we danced
: typically I've been waiting when I had it I gave it away certainly I could keep it I don't need it unless you're here can you come for me can you
