Testi:
Guggenheim Grotto

Europe?s always been real good to me she's always been forthwith with girls with pretty feet I spent four years in Tuscany a month in Bonn and twelve

Time will heal, all wait and see My love, my weeping willow tree The stars are calling your name Saying, "Weep for us, weep for us For we cannot weep

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

Here lies Ozymandias Once a king now sand and dust And so you see we all must go, the prince and pauper both, Death will take us each aside, will you

(Liver on fire, singing kum-bye-ah) I?m missing you, swimming nude I?m frozen through, Portmarnock beach boy blue Pretty drunk, I?m pretty young Pretty

I have been told not by one but two of my lovers that I've got a heart of gold but I'm unable to share it with others They call me a poet who'll never

It?s not that I fear the fall or crushing my bones I fear the desire to heed the call of that unknown You see the higher I climb the more I present myself

I played a storm last night I played with all my might Where were you, where were you? To great applause I took a bow, Then I stood and searched the

(Liver on fire, singing kum-bye-ah) I?m missing you, swimming nude I?m frozen through, Portmarnock beach boy blue Pretty drunk, I?m pretty young Pretty