Oh, it's carnival night and they're stringing the lights around you Hanging paper angels, painting little devils on the roof Oh the furnace wind is a
Instrumental (except for Incoherent Babbling and occasional Screaming)
(a-wa) o kodwa u zo-nge li-sa namhlange (a-wa a-wa) si-bona kwenze ka kanjani (a-wa a-wa) amanto mbazane ayeza She's a rich girl She don't try to hide
Slow down, you movin' too fast You gotta make the moment last Just kickin' down the cobblestones Lookin' for fun and Feelin' groovy____________ Hello
Paraphernalia, never hides your broken bones And I don't know why you'd want to try It's plain to see you're on your own I ain't blind, no some folks
Guitar (simon) & violin (stephane grappelli) Instrumental
She looked me over and I guess she thought I was all right All right in a sort of a limited way for an off-night She said, "Don't I know you from the
Inmate Killer wants to go to college He wants to get his parole So the department of corrections Will release him in the fall Killer wants to go on t.
Half an hour would change your strings and tuned up Sizing the room up, checkin' the bar Local girl's unspoken conversation Misinformation plays guitar
It's carbon and monoxide The ol' Detroit perfume It hangs on the highways in the mornin' And it lays you down by noon Oh, Papa Hobo You can see that
I got some so-called friends, they'll smile right to my face Oh, when my back is turned they'd like to stick it to me Yes they would Oh no no, oh no
A pilgrim on a pilgrimage Walked across the Brooklyn Bridge His sneakers torn in the hour When the homeless move their cardboard blankets And the new
Some folks' lives roll easy as a breeze Drifting through a summer night Heading for a sunny day But most folks' lives, oh they stumble Lord they fall
We sailed up a river, wild as a sea Slept on the banks on the leaves of a banyan tree And all of these spirit voices rule the night Some stories are
I registered to vote today. Felt like a fool. Had to do it anyway. Down at the high school. Thing about the second line. You know, felt like a fool? People
Hello darkness, my old friend I've come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping Left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision that
I was reading a magazine And thinking of a rock and roll song The year was nineteen fifty four And I hadn't been playing that long When a man came on
Wake up, little Susie, wake up Wake up, little Susie, wake up We've both been sound asleep, wake up, little Susie, and weep The movie's over, it's four