A Tuesday night in Winter, holed up in the city of ravens, The owls in the hills hoo-hooing and eyeing off the field mice down in the cold grey centre
Blind to the charms Of the Toecutter Arms, My labor to the east by knit and by darn, Looking for the world like a whelp at sea, The discoverer's cottage
Your issue may walk among fine moral spires, But if they went up somebody else built them. Your store is a small one, your goods have no buyers Your
Over the airwaves tonight, Sailing by a love lonely light, Isn't it blue, but isn't it brighter Than the pilot of a domestic flight Well under this
I dreamt I got a snakebite Just a dream but upon waking up my head felt light My arm felt tight Where the serpent struck A mark so faintly There
Lately the smoke from the burning bushes, Has the eye and the mouth tasting ashes, For the price we've the haze of Olympus, Ambling by the Children
Believe me Believe me Believe me Believe me Believe me Believe me I came to warn you Believe me I came to warn you I came to warn you Believe me I came
I didn't know you, I never knew you, Now I'm never gonna see you again. An acquaintance all my childhood years I could never call you a friend. I
Shining city on the plain, No more sorrow, no more pain, City of Rescue I don't know, Is that where all good people go? If that's where all good
It's too hot babe, pull the covers back, Don't touch me babe, I don't remember ever liking that, Don't touch me babe, roll over. O brother, you don
Scoop my brains and let my heart have action In its thousand million lots, In the dumb city dawn I am senseless and drawn to the sun as the blackbirds
Here comes the night. Roll on you careless evening, When we unite Not a force concurs, Not hell nor heaven, So let it come, let it rain, Let it burn
Well it's my very little wonder and it's one that I will keep, But you can take it with you if it helps you when you're trying to sleep... and the men
As the cold comes to claim up I take the air and know your pink aroma, And I should haunt your very vestibules and hover like the smoke over Tecoma,
Strange paradise that you're living in, Strangers talk to you in hissing tongues, fictioning. I've gone inside some, you don't see me none, I don'
You can't walk through the Isle of the Dead, you can't lie still in the guest house bed, there's a pair of black eyes staring down at you from the mountain
"Well met, well met" said an old true love, "well met, well met" said he, "I have just returned from the salt salt sea, and all for the love of thee
Well versed I am in the taint of my birth, my diminishing role in this sphere, But sometimes I require a communique from the Mother to make it clear,
