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Hey hey, my myRock and roll can never dieThere’s more to the pictureThan meets the eye.Hey hey, my my.Out of the blue and into the blackYou pay for this, but they give you thatAnd once you’re gone, you can’t come backWhen you’re out of the blue and into the black.The king is gone but he’s not forgottenIs this the tale of Johnny rotten?It’s better to burn out than fade awayThe king is gone but he’s not forgotten.Hey hey, my myRock and roll can never dieThere’s more to the pictureThan meets the eye.Hey hey, my my.
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Your breath is sweet, your eyes are like two jewels in the skyYour back is straight, your hair is smooth on the pillow where you lieBut I don’t sense affection, no gratitude or loveYour loyalty is not to me but to the stars aboveOne more cup of coffee for the roadOne more cup of coffee ‘fore I goTo the valley belowYour daddy, he’s an outlaw and a wanderer by tradeHe’ll teach you how to pick and choose, and how to throw the bladeHe oversees his kingdom, so no stranger does intrudeHis voice, it trembles as he calls out for another plate of foodOne more cup of coffee for the roadOne more cup of coffee ‘fore I goTo the valley belowYour sister sees the future like your mama and yourselfYou’ve never learned to read or write, there’s no books upon your shelfAnd your pleasure knows no limits, your voice is like a meadow larkBut your heart is like an ocean, mysterious and darkOne more cup of coffee for the roadOne more cup of coffee ‘fore I goTo the valley below
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Standing on the waters casting your breadWhile the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowingDistant ships sailing into the mistYou were born with a snake in both of your fists while a hurricane was blowingFreedom just around the corner for youBut with the truth so far off, what good will it do?Jokerman dance to the nightingale tuneBird fly high by the light of the moonOh, oh, oh, JokermanSo swiftly the sun sets in the skyYou rise up and say goodbye to no oneFools rush in where angels fear to treadBoth of their futures, so full of dread, you don’t show oneShedding off one more layer of skinKeeping one step ahead of the persecutor withinJokerman dance to the nightingale tuneBird fly high by the light of the moonOh, oh, oh, JokermanYou’re a man of the mountains, you can walk on the cloudsManipulator of crowds, you’re a dream twisterYou’re going to Sodom and GomorrahBut what do you care? Ain’t nobody there would want to marry your sisterFriend to the martyr, a friend to the woman of shameYou look into the fiery furnace, see the rich man without any nameJokerman dance to the nightingale tuneBird fly high by the light of the moonOh, oh, oh, JokermanWell, the Book of Leviticus and DeuteronomyThe law of the jungle and the sea are your only teachersIn the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steedMichelangelo indeed could’ve carved out your featuresResting in the fields, far from the turbulent spaceHalf asleep near the stars with a small dog licking your faceJokerman dance to the nightingale tuneBird fly high by the light of the moonOh, oh, oh, JokermanWell, the rifleman’s stalking the sick and the lamePreacherman seeks the same, who’ll get there first is uncertainNightsticks and water cannons, tear gas, padlocksMolotov cocktails and rocks behind every curtainFalse-hearted judges dying in the webs that they spinOnly a matter of time ’til night comes steppin’ inJokerman dance to the nightingale tuneBird fly high by the light of the moonOh, oh, oh, JokermanIt’s a shadowy world, skies are slippery greyA woman just gave birth to a prince today and dressed him in scarletHe’ll put the priest in his pocket, put the blade to the heatTake the motherless children off the street and place them at the feet of a harlotOh, Jokerman, you know what he wantsOh, Jokerman, you don’t show any responseJokerman dance to the nightingale tuneBird fly high by the light of the moonOh, oh, oh, Jokerman
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I married Isis on the fifth day of MayBut I could not hold on to her very longSo I cut off my hair and I rode straight awayFor the wild unknown country where I could not go wrongI came to a high place of darkness and lightThe dividing line ran through the center of townI hitched up my pony to a post on the rightWent in to the laundry to wash my clothes downA man in the corner approached me for a matchI knew right away he was not ordinaryHe said, “Are you lookin’ for somethin’ easy to catch?”I said, “I got no money.” He said, “That ain’t necessary”We set out that night for the cold in the NorthI gave him my blanket, and he gave me his wordI said, “Where are we goin’?” He said we’d be back by the fourthI said, “That’s the best news that I’ve ever heard”I was thinkin’ about turquoise, I was thinkin’ about goldI was thinkin’ about diamonds and the world’s biggest necklaceAs we rode through the canyons, through the devilish coldI was thinkin’ about Isis, how she thought I was so recklessHow she told me that one day we would meet up againAnd things would be different the next time we wedIf I only could hang on and just be her friendI still can’t remember all the best things she saidWe came to the pyramids all embedded in iceHe said, “There’s a body I’m tryin’ to findIf I carry it out it’ll bring a good price”‘Twas-a then that I knew what he had on his mindThe wind it was howlin’ and the snow was outrageousWe chopped through the night and we chopped through the dawnWhen he died I was hopin’ that it wasn’t contagiousBut I made up my mind that I had to go onI broke into the tomb, but the casket was emptyThere was no jewels, no nothin’, I felt I’d been hadWhen I saw that my partner was just bein’ friendlyWhen I took up his offer I must-a been madI picked up his body and I dragged him insideThrew him down in the hole and I put back the coverI said a quick prayer then I felt satisfiedThen I rode back to find Isis just to tell her I love herShe was there in the meadow where the creek used to riseBlinded by sleep and in need of a bedI came in from the East with the sun in my eyesI cursed her one time then I rode on aheadShe said, “Where ya been?” I said, “No place special”She said, “You look different.” I said, “Well, I guess”She said, “You been gone.” I said, “That’s only natural”She said, “You gonna stay?” I said, “If you want me to, yes”Isis, oh, Isis, you’re a mystical childWhat drives me to you is what drives me insaneI still can remember the way that you smiledOn the fifth day of May in the drizzlin’ rain
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They’re selling postcards of the hanging, they’re painting the passports brownThe beauty parlor is filled with sailors, the circus is in townHere comes the blind commissioner, they’ve got him in a tranceOne hand is tied to the tight-rope walker, the other is in his pantsAnd the riot squad they’re restless, they need somewhere to goAs Lady and I look out tonight, from Desolation RowCinderella, she seems so easy, “It takes one to know one, ” she smilesAnd puts her hands in her back pockets Bette Davis styleAnd in comes Romeo, he’s moaning. “You Belong to Me I Believe”And someone says, “You’re in the wrong place, my friend, you’d better leave”And the only sound that’s left after the ambulances goIs Cinderella sweeping up on Desolation RowNow the moon is almost hidden, the stars are beginning to hideThe fortune telling lady has even taken all her things insideAll except for Cain and Abel and the hunchback of Notre DameEverybody is making love or else expecting rainAnd the Good Samaritan, he’s dressing, he’s getting ready for the showHe’s going to the carnival tonight on Desolation RowOphelia, she’s ‘neath the window for her I feel so afraidOn her twenty-second birthday she already is an old maidTo her, death is quite romantic she wears an iron vestHer profession’s her religion, her sin is her lifelessnessAnd though her eyes are fixed upon Noah’s great rainbowShe spends her time peeking into Desolation RowEinstein, disguised as Robin Hood with his memories in a trunkPassed this way an hour ago with his friend, a jealous monkNow he looked so immaculately frightful as he bummed a cigaretteAnd he when off sniffing drainpipes and reciting the alphabetYou would not think to look at him, but he was famous long agoFor playing the electric violin on Desolation RowDr. Filth, he keeps his world inside of a leather cupBut all his sexless patients, they’re trying to blow it upNow his nurse, some local loser, she’s in charge of the cyanide holeAnd she also keeps the cards that read, “Have Mercy on His Soul”They all play on the penny whistles, you can hear them blowIf you lean your head out far enough from Desolation RowAcross the street they’ve nailed the curtains, they’re getting ready for the feastThe Phantom of the Opera in a perfect image of a priestThey are spoon feeding Casanova to get him to feel more assuredThen they’ll kill him with self-confidence after poisoning him with wordsAnd the Phantom’s shouting to skinny girls, “Get outta here if you don’t know”Casanova is just being punished for going to Desolation Row”At midnight all the agents and the superhuman crewCome out and round up everyone that knows more than they doThen they bring them to the factory where the heart-attack machineIs strapped across their shoulders and then the keroseneIs brought down from the castles by insurance men who goCheck to see that nobody is escaping to Desolation RowPraise be to Nero’s Neptune, the Titanic sails at dawnEverybody’s shouting, “Which side are you on?!”And Ezra Pound and T.S. Eliot fighting in the captain’s towerWhile calypso singers laugh at them and fishermen hold flowersBetween the windows of the sea where lovely mermaids flowAnd nobody has to think too much about Desolation RowYes, I received your letter yesterday, about the time the doorknob brokeWhen you asked me how I was doing, was that some kind of jokeAll these people that you mention, yes, I know them, they’re quite lameI had to rearrange their faces and give them all another nameRight now, I can’t read too good, don’t send me no more letters noNot unless you mail them from Desolation Row
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I was thinking of a series of dreamsWhere nothing comes up to the top.Everything stays down where it’s woundedAnd comes to a permanent stop.Wasn’t thinking of anything specific,Like in a dream, when someone wakes up and screams.Nothing truly very scientific,Just thinking of a series of dreams.Thinking of a series of dreamsWhere the time and the tempo drag,And there’s no exit in any direction‘Cept the one that you can’t see with your eyes.Wasn’t making any great connections,Wasn’t falling for any intricate schemes.Nothing that would pass inspection,Just thinking of a series of dreams.Dreams where the umbrella is folded,And into the path you are hurled,And the cards are no good that you’re holdingUnless they’re from another world.In one, the surface was frozen.In another, I witnessed a crime.In one, I was running, and in anotherAll I seemed to be doing was climb.Wasn’t looking for any special assistance,Not going to any great extremes.I’d already gone the distance,Just thinking of a series of dreams.Dreams where the umbrella is folded,And into the path you are hurled,And the cards are no good that you’re holdingUnless they’re from another world.I’d already gone the distance,Just thinking of a series of dreams.Just thinking of a series of dreams.Just thinking of a series of dreams.
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I hold this letter in my handA plea, a petition, a kind of prayerI hope it does as I have plannedLosing her again is more than I can bearI kiss the cold, white envelopeI press my lips against her nameTwo hundred words. We live in hopeThe sky hangs heavy with rainLove Letter Love LetterGo get her Go get herLove Letter Love LetterGo tell her Go tell herA wicked wind whips up the hillA handful of hopeful wordsI love her and I always willThe sky is ready to burstSaid something I did not mean to saySaid something I did not mean to saySaid something I did not mean to sayIt all came out the wrong wayLove Letter Love LetterGo get her Go get herLove Letter Love LetterGo tell her Go tell herRain your kisses down upon meRain your kisses down in stormsAnd for all who’ll come before meIn your slowly fading formsI’m going out of my mindWill leave me standing inThe rain with a letter and a prayerWhispered on the windCome back to meCome back to meO baby please come back to me
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