All the DirtI believe
If you wanted to leave,
You would seek relief,
You would seek to alleviate.
Sell your house to the banker,
Grab your tchotchkes and papers too
Get the hell out of Madison,
I Hear The BellsI hear the bells
Down in the canyon, it’s
Snow in New York
Some blue December, I’m
Gone to the moon
Without you, girl, and I’m
Calling to you
Throughout the world and well I can
Language BarrierHead down, in the rain
Don't you think I want you to?
Let's play telephone
I'm the rubber, you're the glue
Drop this flattened blossom in an envelope
And send it to you
Looking At The World From The Bottom Of A WellThat Cuban girl
That brought me low
She had that skin so fine and red lips rose-like now
Her mouth was wide
And sweet as well
And now relentless hours of dreaming up her smell
And I feel as if I am looking at the world from the bottom of a well
LooksYou say you don't look at me
I say you don't look so good.
I went out in the cold to buy a paper
Pushing every button in the elevator.
But I know I got my looks
And you got yours.
Must have learned them
No Peace, Los AngelesIce cracking, fickle junkie
Your girl calls
Where have you been last night?
Lover boy, where you been hiding?
No peace, Los Angeles
No peace, Los Angeles
Thank You, Lord, For Sending Me the F TrainYeah
The dark is dropping like a spot
Of black ink squeezed into a glass of water
And now the crowds are thinning out
Into the light down in the subway station
Here this train speeds underground
The Only AnswerUpon the rails, among the weeds,
I had a moment of serenity.
I saw you standing, in all the green,
Upon the rusting rail, balancing.
You were the only answer.
My plans spun all around you.
Five years in the wrong, I am assured,
The Pink LifeHere she comes all low to the ground,
Just like the fog is a fattened cloud.
Hair turns to water when,
Dioxide tempts the hydrogen.
Why do you seek, why do you seek the pink life?
How do you sleep, how do you ever lie down?
What do you need, why do you need, your science?