in the usual way. But there were planes to catch, and bills to pay. He learned to walk while I was away. And he was talking before I knew it, and as
village lies asleep Down to the church where just hours before Voices were singing and hands were beating And saying, "I won't be a slave any more" And
me down. When you're down and out, When you're on the street, When evening falls so hard I will comfort you. I'll take your part. When darkness comes And
In restless walks She'll prowl the night July she will fly And give no warning To her flight August die she must The autumn winds blow Chilly and cold
(Paul Simon) Maladies Melodies Allergies to dust and grain Maladies Remedies Still these allergies remain My hand can't touch a guitar string My fingers
Benedictus qui venit In nomine Domini In nomine In nomine In nomine Domini In nomine Domini In nomine In nomine In nomine Domini
tunnel's stony womb The carriage rides to meet the groom And opens wide and welcome doors But he hesitates, then withdraws Deeper in the shadows And
no place to go I've walked around so ohh, for the last night or so Aah, but it doesn't matter, no Blessed is the land and the kingdom Blessed is the
Never had to scuffle in fear Nothing denied to Born at the instant The church bells chime And the whole world whispering Born at the right time Me and
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myth of fingerprints I've seen them all and man They're all the same Well, the sun gets weary And the sun goes down Ever since the watermelon And the
been and gone Wherever I have gone The blues run the game Send out for whiskey, baby, Send out for gin Me and room service, honey Me and room
, And nobody seems to know where you go, And what does it mean? Oh, is it a dream? Bright eyes, Burning like fire. Bright eyes, How can you close and
himself A most peculiar man He had no friends, he seldom spoke And no one in turn ever spoke to him 'Cause he wasn't friendly and he didn't care And
stoned I been Mick Jaggered, been silver daggered Andy Warhol, won't you please come home? I been mothered, fathered, aunt and uncled Been Roy Haleed and Art Garfunkeled
'clock edition of the news, goodnight Silent night, holy night, all is calm, all is bright Round yon virgin mother and child Holy infant so tender and
Fog's rollin' in off the East River bank Like a shroud it covers Bleeker Street Fills the alleys where men sleep Lies the shepherd from the sheep Voices