(inspired by Subterranean Homesick Blues)
Sympathetic alley ways, steal’n all the door ways, wash’n ‘way the users
Losers search’n for abusers, look’n for a free load, splattered on the mother-load
Heading for the sky-ways, crash’n into highways ,the other side were juicers
Losers from the shelters, stuck inside the smelters, jump’n over hop-toads
Mixed up medicine, made by Edison,South in the hallways, in the Wailing Wall
Don’t grab my leash to lead me astray, please, walk my dog West of Orchid Bay
For in time, sometime we’ll all know the perfect rhyme and I can be all in all
Maggie found tiptoes hang’n ‘round the firehose’ but only wanted to play
Maybe May will sell her hay, to my horse that is down, not mak’n a sound
Run tell the jeweler I haven’t got a ruler and the bridesmaid’s getting ruder
The bride don’t like the groom, he hit her with a broom and she’s fallen all around
Spotted Lady Sadie is mak’n up gravey but Harley Charlie’s is on his motor scooter
Knocked down, I turned around, sold my shoes to take a cruise I can’t refuse
A glass-bottomed boat won’t float so I took the insane train to Clarksville
Told my boss I was gon’a get lost, so he burned my car and kept my dues
Went to lunch with a new bunch, started roll’n in the dough so they left me the bill
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"we shut down the freeway man!"
a master word smith...Dylan's cool...shut 'er down, dylan's around
©John Prine
While window shopping through the past
I ran across a looking glass
Reflecting moments remaining in a burned out light
Tragic magic prayers of passion
Stay the same through changing fashions
They freeze my mind like water on a winter's night
Spent most of my youth
Out hobo cruising
And all I got for proof
Is rocks in my pockets and dirt in my shoes
So goodbye nonbeliever
Don't you know that I hate to leave here
So long babe, I got the flashback blues.
dear abby,
sam stone, came home, to his wife and family.
someday i'll go and call old rudy
we worked together at the factory.
but what would i say, when he said whats new,
nothin whats with you,
nothin left to do
Well done, hot dog bun, my sister's a nun
siiiiiiggggnnneeeed surreal,
surreal, surreal, you have no complaints,
you are what you are and you aint what you aint,
so listen up buster and listen up good,
stop wishin for bad luck and knockin on wood.........
I think we'll just have a hoot'n nanny...bring in the kazoos and wash board
whish it makes all the difference in the world - heat/ac, satelite tv, highspeed internet running water all right there.
as you can see - we like roughing it???? lolol