All Lines
But I sure been on this road
But I tell Aurea:
But I think it's all overdone
But I think you'd have to be
But I will.
But I won't let friendship get in my way,
But I work in his factory and I curse the life I'm living
But I would not be convicted
But I would not give you false hope
But I'll repeat myself, at the risk of being crude
But I'm easy, I'm open, that's my gift
But I'm having a good time
But I'm not sure at all it's my reflection.
But I'm not the only one to blame
But I'm prayin' it's gone at last
But I'm praying it's gone at last
But I'm reconciled
But I'm talking 'bout your sex appeal
But I'm tired, nine hundred sit-ups a day.
But I've got to creep down the alley way,
But I've never loved no-one the way that I love you
But I've reason to believe
But if I could release my heart
But if I ever get back to the twentieth century
But in yours I feel sure
But it beats on the opposite side
But it just don't work out that way
but it's all right, it's all right
But it's alright, ma,
But it's been a long, long day
But it's not easy
But Johnny Ace is dead, yeah, yeah, yeah
But just let some white boy die
But let's get that straight,
But like a child they're longing to be told, mm
But like the wind she was roamin' round
But look around and you will see
But look around, leaves are brown
But maybe I think too much
But mess them up we do
But most folks' lives, oh they stumble
But my heart is allergic
But my heart remains heavy,
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
But now I'm a mountain range
But now it's a mountain range
But people are strangers
But proof, yes
But she moves on
But she's gone, gone, gone
But that boy looked so dejected
But that's all a pony needs
But that's where I belong
But the ashes of a Bible and a can of kerosene
But the bus Just rolls along
But the fighter still remains, still remains.
But the future is now, and it's time to take a stand
But the mean individual
But the mother and child reunion
But the news wasn't good
But the press let the story leak
But the sin of impatience
But the songs that we sing
But the voice is his natural disguise
But the voice is natural
But then comes a letter from home
but then she, slipped into my pocket
But there's no laughs left
But there's no tenderness
but these motel walls are cheap
But they don't understand that I'm not to blame
But they ended up by sleeping
But they'll last for a long summer night.
But this will.
But tricky skies, your eyes are true
But wasn't he a most peculiar man?
But we go on, we have to live
But we never get well
But what can be done?
But when I hear it from the other side
But when I hear the Aguinaldo my heart's a little lighter
But when I'm away (my heart too just pray)
But when it's done
But when the wounds are deep enough,
But who are they
But you calmed me down
But you can take a crosstown bus
But you can't erase
But you don't know how or when
But you don't know it
But you don't need to waste your time
But you feel it
But you got to admit that the music is sweet
But you gotta admit that the music is sweet
But you know you can't outrun the history train
But you said if I ever got so low
But your heart can see
But, WOH-OO-WOH, I knew better.
Buy a big bright green pleasure machine!
Buy a big bright green pleasure machine.
By a jury of my peers
By a lake of sacred water
By moon
By the bodegas and the lights on
by the side of the bed
By the stars in the Southern Hemisphere
By the streets I left behind
C'mon take me to the Mardi Gras
Call me Al
Call me if you can
Call me on the phone and say
Call my name
Calling old friends on the corners
Came here when I was a child.
Can a man and a woman
Can I forgive him, no, I cannot
Can I forgive him,
Can I forgive him
Can I forgive him?
Can put your mind at ease
Can you imagine us years from today,
Can't run but
Can't say my name's well known
Can't seem to get no rest?
Cannot substitute for tears
Capes and umbrellas the glorification of slime
care
Carlos and Yolanda
Carlos Dominguez
Carlos Dominguez?
Carry me home my teacher
Carry me home
Carry your cup in your hand
Carrying his radio
Carrying soft guitars in cardboard cases
Cars are cars all over the world
Casting shivering shadows
Casts an image dark and small
Casually glancing at his toupee.
Catch a little bit of those Cajun girls
Cattle in the marketplace
Cause he left that neighborhood
Cause it sure don't feel like love
Celia, you're breaking my heart
Checking the bar
Clothed in crinoline of smoky Burgundy;
Clouds and waves and flame
Cloudy,
Cloudy.
Cloudy
Colder than the moon
Collect our pay
Combined with the lightness in my head
Come awake, come alive
Come on baby now don't be shy
Come on baby, let's go downtown
Come on baby,
Come on home
Come on in, boys. Get yourself a better view. Have a look around. See if anything appeals to you. We got a sale right now.
Come on with me baby on my red motorcycle
Come rising through
Come to get me released
Come to me.
Come with me (2)
Comin' up brown.
Coming home after school
Common sense we survive
Communist, 'cause I'm left-handed.
Compassion is hard to express in words
Complicated life
Congratulations
Consider that the Lord was there before creation
Controls the right
Conversations hard and wild
Coo coo ca-choo, Mrs. Robinson,
Cook County Sheriff Richard Ogleby asked King to call off the march and the police in Cicero said they would ask the National Guard to be called out if it is held.
Cool me
Cool my fever high
Correctional facility
Couched in our indifference,
Could you slip me a ride?
Counting every step I climb
Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike:
County of New York, just some spic
Couple in the next room
Couplets out of rhyme,
Court-appointed lawyer wasn't very bright
Cried the desperate mother.
Crucifix and arrow
Cryin' about her every hour
Crying
Cuidado, coração -- Be careful, heart
Cut off your hair
Da da da da
Da licenca um momento -- Excuse me, one moment
Da-n-da-da-n-da-da-n-da-da here I am
Da-n-da-da-n-da-da-n-da-da
Da-n-da-da-n-da-n-da-da and here I am,
Dallas via Little Rock.
Dance to the music of Clifton Chenier
Dancing in the hallway
Dancing the night away.
Dancing to Zydeco.
Dannemora, Sing-Sing, Attica,
Darling Lorraine
Day by day by day by day
Days falling backward into velvet night
Decades gliding by like Indians
deep upon the advertising
Deeper and deeper the dreamer of love sleeps on a quilt of stars
deeper in the shadows
Demonstrators were forcibly evicted from the hearings when they began chanting anti-war slogans.
Depende coração -- It depends, heart
Depende da paixão -- It depends on the passion
Deputy Sheriff said to me
destituted as a kid could be
Detroit, Detroit
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes,
diamonds on the soles of my shoes,
Did your boss just mention that you'd better shop around
Din Din Din Din Din Din
Din Din Din Din
Disagreements had begun
Disagreements?
Disturb the sound of silence.
Dividing and multiplying
Do all the hippies seem to get the jump on you?
Do figures of authority just shoot you down?
Do my prayers remain unanswered
Do people have a tendency to dump on you?
Do the drugs on me...
Do what you been do-o-in'
Do you 'Habla Ingles,' am I understood?
Do you know what time it is?
Do you know what you're kicking away?
Do you nervously await the blows of cruel fate?
Do you sleep alone when other sleep in pairs?
Do you wonder where those boys have gone?
Do your checks bounce higher than a rubber ball?
Doctor please
Does your group have more cavities than theirs?
Dogs in the moonlight
Dom Dom Dom Doo (2)
Don t you know me
Don't ask me the reason
Don't cry don't cry
Don't cry,
Don't cry
Don't know what else to say
Don't let management poison the well
Don't let them blind me now
Don't let them blind me (2)
Don't matter anymore
Don't talk of love,
Don't taunt me like this, on a clear summer evening as soft as a kiss
Don't tear apart
Don't try to debate me,
Don't want to end up a cartoon
Don't you know me
Don't you understand?
Done nearly fourteen years
Doo Bee Doo Doo,
Doo Wop a Doo Wah
doot doot doot doot doot
Down along the avenue some guys were shootin' pool
Down among the reeds and rushes
Down at the high school
Down by the river bank
Down by the riverside, it's bound to be a better ride
Down by the schoolyard
Down from Berkeley to Carmel.
Down in the moonlight
Down in the valley
Down past the shop displays.
Down some Vietnam highway
Down the decades every year
Down the highway
Down to the bottom
Down to the church where, just hours before
Dr. Martin Luther King says he does not intend to cancel plans for an open housing march Sunday into the Chicago suburb of Cicero.
Drank a half a bottle of iodine.
Drank all the orange juice
Dreaming of glory
Drift in the breeze
Drifting through a summer night
Drink a little red wine,
Drinking my vodka and lime
Drive 'em on the left. Drive 'em on the right
Drop a stone in the abyss
E confia -- And have trust
Each and ev'ryone
Early December, and brown as a sparrow
Early me. That's me
Easily losing their evening clothes
Easy time will determine if these consolations
Effortless music from the Cameroons
Emaweni webaba
Emerging from a dream, the dream returns
Empty as a pocket with nothing to lose
Empty as a pocket
En la vida
Engine in the front. Jack in the back
Esanqoba lonke ilizwe
Esanqoba phakathi e England
Esanqoba phakathi e London
Escaped its iron cage.
Ev'ry bar and grill
Ev'ry day's an endless stream
Ev'ry greasy spoon
Ev'ry local call
Ev'ry pink motel
Even a little drop will do.
Even now that sweet memory lingers
Even though I know you are gone
Even when it's true
Ever since the watermelon
Ever since the world began
Every ending a beginning
Every love every ending
Every night at eight o'clock, she turns on the TV
Every time it registers another birth
Every time my name gets mentioned
Every way you look at it, you lose.
Everybody feels the wind blow,
Everybody got the runs for glory
Everybody knows his name
Everybody knows what he's
Everybody loves the sound of a train in the distance
Everybody must get stoned.
Everybody said Lord Lord
Everybody sees the wind blow,
Everybody sees you're blown apart,
Everybody thinks it's true
Everybody was gunning
Everybody's buy and sell
Everyone's sunny
Everything about it is a love song
Everything about it
everything looks WORSE in black and white
Everything put together
Everything's funny
Everything's the same
Everytime they see me walk down the street
Everywhere I go,
Everywhere you go there's a motorcycle sound
Exactly what I was talking about,
Exaggerating this and exaggerating that
Exchanging with ease
Eye on them children in the pool
Faces painted black in sorrow and remorse
Faith is an island in the setting sun
Faith
Falling on the children
Falls on the round toes
Far above the golden clouds, the darkness vibrates
Far and wide his name was known
Far away my well-lit door
Fat Charlie the Archangel
Fear in the roots and the stem
Feel so blessed
Feelin' groovy
Feels like a bomb fell
Feels like a threat
Felt like a fool
Fifty ways to leave your lover
Files for divorce
Fills the alleys where men sleep
Finally home
Financially speaking
Find a quiet place
Find me on the ancient road in the song when the wires are hushed
First love opens like a flower
First thing I remember when you came into my life
First time I heard "Satisfaction"
First time I smoked
Five years older than I
Floatin' in my bowl takin' movies,
Floats on my pillow,
Flowing through the air
Fly down the highway,
Fly down to Mexico.
Flying my bike past the gates
Flying on their feet
Fog's rollin' in off the East River bank
Followed a path of stars over the endless skies.
for a long time now, and I don't care
For a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises.
For all the good it'll do you
For all the suffering that mankind
For an off-night,
For every family scattered and broken.
For I know with the first light of dawn
For in darkness I must dwell.
For its touch
For my fingers
For my possibilities
For now and ever after
For our files.
For reasons I cannot explain
For so long?
For the change inside the purse
For the greasy pair
For the law today (and blah blah blah)."
For the line is thinly drawn 'tween joy and sorrow,
For the mean individual
For the mother's restless son
For the things he'd done
For twenty-five dollars
for we lived so well so long
For who I am
Forgotten is a long, long time
Former Vice-President Richard Nixon says that unless there is a substantial increase in the present war effort in Viet nam, the U.S. should look forward to five more years of war.
Found a room in the heart of the city, down by the bridge
Found a rug
Found his savior's grace
Four in the morning
four letters
Four times four is forty-four
Fourth of July
France, Scandinavia
Frank, I've had enough
Free to wander wherever they choose
Freedom writer
Frenchy Cordero
Friday, woe is me
Friends become strangers
From dust were ye made and dust ye shall be."
From here all around to the other side of town
From knockin' around in New York City
From my ignorance and youth
From New York New York
From out of the blue
From the cinematographer's party,
From the danger that surrounds us
From the deep green sea
From the East Side to the park;
From the heart of the barrio, now my brother
from the kids.
From the Late Great Johnny Ace, yeah, yeah, yeah
From the moment of my birth
From the mountain's melted snow
From the people passing by
From time to time he'd tip his heart
From time zone to time zone
From Tolstoy to Tinker Bell.
From Tucson Arizona
From what I can see of the people like me
Frost creeping over the pond
Funny how my memory slips while looking over manuscripts
Further to fly
Furthermore, I hope my meaning won't be lost or misconstrued
Gather your goods and follow me
Gazing from my window to the streets below
Gee but it's great to be back home
Genocide still goes on
Gently rise, gently fall,
Get these mutts away from me
Gets wound around a heart. Pull it
Getting old
Gimme a hug, gimme a kiss
Gimme my robe I'm going back to bed
Giraffes are insincere,
Give her the wings to fly through harmony
Give me some relief
Go back don't you worry, I am your grown-up son.
Go home outsider
Go-kart sittin' in the shade
God bless the absentee
God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson,
God is old
God keeps His eye on us all
God makes his plan
God only knows why
God only knows (2)
God will,
Goin' 'round and around on my red motorcycle
Goin' yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, motorcycle
Going to the candidates' debate,
Golden clouds were shuffling the sunshine
Gone at last, gone at last
Gone Gone
Gone like a memory from the day before the fires.
Gone, gone at last, gone at last
Gone, gone, gone at last
Gone, gone, gone gone gone gone
Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
Gone (2) (3) (4)
gonna cut my class,
Gonna hang my body from the highest tree.
Gonna paint a sign
Gonna watch you grow
Good-bye, Good-bye, Good-bye, Good-bye,
Goodbye to Rosie the queen of Corona
Got a gash as big as a wolf's head
Got a hell of a hockey team
Got a left-handed way
Got a short little span of attention
Got a ticket for my destination.
Got no deeds to do
Got quality
Got some pictures in my pocket and a lot of time to kill.
Got that missionary zeal?
Graceland,
Graceland
Greatest story ever told
Greenhaven
Guess I'll have to pay off some debts
guess what - paranoid
Guilty by my dress
Guilty in the press
Gumersindo liked his rum and women friends
Gur gur gur gur
Ha! Pony!
Had been more like my car
Had to do it anyway
Half a dollar bill
Half and hour you change your strings and tune up
Half moon hiding in the clouds, my darling
Half of the time we're gone but we don't know where,
Halfway to Jerusalem
Halted to a stop.
Handcuffs on the soul
Hands were beating, and
Hang on to your hopes, my friend
Hanging around, ahoo
Hanging from my mirror,
Hanging our shirts
Happy go lucky, fourth of July
Has gone, and so another Sunday ends
Has the antidote to pain
Has to work hard all night
Hasn't hurt his sense of taste
Hasn't hurt me none
Have a good time
Have intertwined
Have you ever experienced a period of grace
Have you had a busy day?")
He came a long way
He came from my home town
He couldn't think of nothing at all.
He cried all night, could not sleep
He died last Saturday...
He died so his brothers could be free
he does one trick only
He doesn't dig poetry. He's so unhip that
He doesn't speak the language
He ducked back down the alley
He either fails or he succeeds
He fell down from his place
He flew away.
He flies a silver airplane
He freely gave to charity he had the common touch
He gives his testimony
He gives the world
He had a heart like a bone
He had a little bit too much fun
He had everything a man could want power, grace and style
He had no friends, he seldom spoke
He hears music playing and Spanish spoken
he holds his colored crayon.
He holds no currency
He is a foreign man
He is surrounded by the sound
He is the child of my first marriage,
He just abstains
He just don't use 'em that's all
He just grabbed my sympathy
He just refuse to use 'em and that's all
He keeps looking but he don't recognize me.
He kissed his boy as he lay sleeping
He laughed so hard
He lived all alone within a house
He longed to tell him all the reasons
He looks around, around
He looks so clean
He looks so easy
He made the mold
He makes her laugh
He makes it look so easy
He makes me think about
He makes the sign of a wave,
He moves like God's
He recalls each fatal thrust
He said "Its a chance I had to take
He said "The more I got to thinkin
He said Dolores
He said I hate to break it to his fans
He said I have no opinion about this
He said there's no doubt about it
He said well I don't claim to be happy about this, boys
He said:
He said (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7)
He says "Oh, but when I sing
He says Amen! and Hallelujah!
He says there's no doubt about it
He says well this will eat up a year of my life
He says why am I short of attention
He says why am I soft in the middle now
He sees angels in the architecture
He too is gone
He turned on the gas! and he went to sleep!
He vanished in the black of night
He wants to get his parole
He was a mean individual
He was a most peculiar man
He was a naturally crazy man
He was a navy man
He was doggedly determined that he would get her
He was my brother
He was old, he was young
He was singin' on his knees
He wears a golden cross
He will look up my number
He wonders what their life must be
He wore his passion for his woman
He's a half-a-ton of pig meat
He's a one trick pony
He's a poor boy,
He's as cool as he can be
He's going to take me
He's got one trick to last a lifetime
He's just a one trick pony (that's all he is)
He's just sitting by a rock
He's not the same as you and me.
He's rubbing it into his pigskin
He's smart yeah and he's quiet
He's the Lone Teen Ranger
He's the one to keep your eyes on
He's walking down a dirt road
He's walking down the street
Headed down the turnpike for New England
Heading down to the Lone Star Cafe,
Heading for a sunny day
Headlights slide past the moon
Hear lunatics and liars
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Hear the salvation army band
hear the words that I want you to know
Hearts and bones
Hearts of sunshine in the cold
Heaven holds a place for those who pray (Hey hey hey, hey hey hey).
Heaven's only daughter
Hello darkness, my old friend,
Hello lampost
Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello,
hemisphere
her cold breast."
Her eyes as clear as centuries
Her hair in a fine mist floats on my pillow,
Her hands like wood
Her mother's tears, her breakfast order
Her name was Lorelei
Her silky hair was brown
Her voice cracks
Here and overseas
Here comes the media
Here I am, I'm eleven months old, dangling from my daddy's knee
Here I am (2)
Here is my song for the asking
here unless you belong to a bopping gang . . .
Here's a smiling photograph of love it was new
Here's an extra blanket honey
Here's my address
Here's my phone
Here's my song
Here's to all the boys who came along
Hernández, the "Umbrella Man," chained beside me
Hey hey hey hey
Hey hey, whoa whoa
Hey I did not come to argue
Hey let me tell you
Hey let your honesty shine, shine, shine now
Hey Songwriter
Hey sunshine
Hey, boy, where you been so long
Hey, but the Lone Teen Ranger
Hey, I've got nothing to do today but smile.
Hey, Junior, I'm your ace in the hole
Hey, Junior, where you been so long
Hey, Junior. I'm your ace in the hole
Hey, Schoolgirl in the second row
Hey. Junior, I'm your ace in the hole
Hi, ho, Silver, away
Hi, ho, Silver, there he goes! He's the Lone Teen Ranger! [repeat and fade]
hidden deep within his pocket
Hide it in a hiding place
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
Highways are in litigation
His bones are soft
His eyes as clear as centuries
His eyes were bright, dark and deep
His hands rolling down her hair
his legs take their ascending flight
His opposite side
His path was marked
His restless eyes leap and scratch
His silky hair was brown
His son too received a knife
Hit the road and I'm gone ah
Hit the road and I'm gone
hmmm
hmmmmm, ooohhhhh,
Ho
Hold me when I cry
Holes in my confidence
Holes in the knees of my jeans
Holy infant so tender and mild
Holy night
Holy, holy is his sacrament
Home again?
Home in the land of the homeless
Home is where I want to be.
Home where my love lies waiting
Home where my music's playing,
Home where my thought's escaping,
Homeless, homeless
Homeward bound,
Hop on the bus, Gus
Hoping and wishing for the mail to come.
Hoping things would work out alright
Hot plate and TV and beer in the fridge
How about you son?
How am I gonna get outta here?
How can you be a Christian?
How can you be a Jew?
How can you be a Muslim, a Buddhist, a Hindu?
How can you build on the banks of a river
How can you build on the banks of a river?
How can you eat from a rice bowl
How can you live in the Northeast?
How can you live in the South?
How can you tattoo your body?
How can you?
How does it feel?
How does it make you feel?
How I love you
How I loved my Wild Flower
How it's strange that some rooms are like cages
How long can I delay?
How long you think that you can
How many nights you think that you can
How terribly strange to be seventy
How the heart approaches what it yearns
Hunt till four
Hurry on and remember me, as I'll remember you
Hurry take me to the Mardi Gras
I ain't dumb
I ain't worrying
I always gave you good loving,
I am a rock,
I am alone,
I am an island.
I am blinded by the light
I am Esmeralda Agrón, Señora.
I am ever your volunteer
I am following the river
I am heading for a place of quiet
I am heading for a time of quiet
I am heading for a time of solitude
I am just a poor boy, though my story is seldom told.
I am only a man who has skirted the edge of despair
I am remembering a girl when I was young
I am Sal Mineo and I need you so (2)
I am shielded in my armor,
I am the tailor's face and hands and
I am waiting so hard
I am walking up the face of the mountain
I barely learned the tune
I been a prison guard for fourteen years
I been Ayn Randed, nearly branded
I been hurt so many times
I been John O'Hara'd, McNamara'd.
I been Lou Adlered, Barry Sadlered.
I been Mick Jaggered, silver daggered.
I been mothered, fathered, aunt and uncled,
I been Norman Mailered, Maxwell Taylored.
I been Phil Spectored, resurrected.
I been Rolling Stoned and Beatled till I'm blind.
I been sleeping on the roof of my building
I been sweeping up the tips I've made
I been watching the setting sun
I believe he watches over us all
I believe I'm in the power of Saint Lazarus.
I believe I'm in the power of St. Lazarus
I believe in an eye for an eye
I believe in the future
I believe the light that shines on you
I broke your heart
I came back home and I went to bed
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Betty
I can feel the fire in her eyes
I can flow with the traffic, I can drift with the drift
I can gather all the news I need on the weather report.
I can hear the soft breathing of the girl that I love,
I can hear the soft breathing (2)
I can hear the truth auditioning".
I can read the writing on the wall
I can snatch a little purity (oooh)
I can tell when you rub your eyes
