Corn circles, appearing all over the land Corn circles, appearing all over the land Nobody knows where they come from Nobody understands Corn circles
All the boys love Carrie but Carrie doesn't love the boys She drinks and she talks she takes cigarettes from strangers Anything else she's an x-rated
(Patti Smith) She is benediction she is addicted to thee She is the root connection she is connecting with he Here I go and I don't know why
Well the bricks are piled on Main Street and the sun is turning brown Anybody with any sense has already left town The beast is hollering lonesome
I'm dumbing down the world Yes, I'm dumbing down the world And my head is held high And the glint in my eye And my arrogance rumbles before me I'm dumbing
Saturday morning experience week I'm so nervous I can hardly speak Arrive at Cluny Hill half past ten almost turned and went home again yes, I almost
Oh father, what happened to you did you have more urgent affairs to attend to? Did business press, or did you just get bored thrown half your life through
Lord hold me in your everlasting arms Enfold me in your everlasting arms Let striving cease that I may come to rest In perfect peace renewed and truly
Take me now, baby here as I am Hold me close try and understand The sirens' hunger is the fire I breathe Love is the banquet on which we feed Come
(Bob Dylan) Buckets of rain, buckets of tears got all them buckets coming out of my ears Buckets of moonbeams in my hand you got all the love honey
I wish I was a fisherman Tumblin' on the seas Far away from dry land And its bitter memories Casting out my sweet line With abandonment and love No ceiling
Further up, further in Further up, further in I dreamed the wind came to my house These are the words fell from his mouth "The King you seek, you'll
I dreamed myself from the sultry plains To the old green square back in old Maybole I rode the wind up to Stornaway Paused at the peak, pacified my soul
I first played the pyramid stage back in 1984 (Karl and Kev, Barv on bass / Karl on keys, Kev on drums) and Anto man made four I stayed up all night
Down by old house, over the bridge Down through the dark streets, where we used to live Out by the cornfield and the sycamore trees Down to the water,
We are going to Paris In a ship with red sails As the storm gathers slowly We eat fish heads and snails The mate jumps up, throws down a line To man
Drop your guns And hear the news The war is won And we've called a truce The key is found Then the circle complete And the higher ground Is beneath our
I ain't here for to do any business I got nobody special to thank I'm trying to find A friend of mine Has anybody here seen Hank Well, he's sure to