Theresa's Sound-World

LIGHT GIRL COMES WALKING THRU THE CORN,
FREE
LIGHT BLUE VIBRATION THRU THE SEA
I KNOW I'D LOVE HER TO BREATHE AGAIN
LIGHT CUBES ARE TALKING HER DOWN
I'VE BEEN A WASTED DAY
LIGHT SPINNING ROUND A SAINT
LIGHT COLORED WILD SIGNS
THERESA TALKIN' THE RAIN
LIGHT GIRL BE GLOWIN THRU TOWN
WINDOWS ARE THOUGHTS IN DISDAIN
I KNOW I'D LOVE HER TO STAY
WHISPERING SIGNS ARE AGREEING
LIGHT TALKING GOLD INTO RAIN
LIGHT DRIVING DARK INTO SAINT
A CAT IN GOLD GOES ALONE
THERESA'S SOUND FOR THE KING

With your mercury mouth in the missionary times,

And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes,

And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes,

Oh, who do they think could bury you?

With your pockets well protected at last,

And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass,

And your flesh like silk, and your face like glass,

who could they get to carry you?

Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,

Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,

My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,

Should I put them by your gate,

Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace,

And your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace,

And your basement clothes and your hollow face,

Who among them can think he could outguess you?

With your silhouette when the sunlight dims

Into your eyes where the moonlight swims,

And your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns,

Who among them would try to impress you?

Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,

Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,

My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,

Should I leave them by your gate,

Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

The kings of Tyrus with their convict list

Are waiting in line for their geranium kiss,

And you wouldn't know it would happen like this,

But who among them really wants just to kiss you?

With your childhood flames on your midnight rug,

And your Spanish manners and your mother's drugs,

And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs,

Who among them do you think could resist you?

Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,

Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,

My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,

Should I leave them by your gate,

Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

Oh, the farmers and the businessmen, they all did decide

To show you the dead angels that they used to hide.

But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side?

Oh, how could they ever mistake you?

They wished you'd accepted the blame for the farm,

But with the sea at your feet and the phony false alarm,

And with the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms,

How could they ever, ever persuade you?

Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,

Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,

My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,

Should I leave them by your gate,

Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

With your sheet-metal memory of Cannery Row,

And your magazine-husband who one day just had to go,

And your gentleness now, which you just can't help but show,

Who among them do you think would employ you?

Now you stand with your thief, you're on his parole

With your holy medallion which your fingertips fold,

And your saintlike face and your ghostlike soul,

Oh, who among them do you think could destroy you

Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,

Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,

My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,

Should I leave them by your gate,

Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

Two Soldiers

He was just a blue-eyed boston boy

His voice was low in pain

"I'll do your biddin', comrade mine,

If I ride back again

But if you ride back and I am left

You'll do as much for me

Mother, you know, must hear the news,

so write to her tenderly."

She's waiting at home like a patient saint,

Her fond face pale with woe

Her heart would be broken when I am gone

I'll see her soon, I know.

Just then the order came to charge

For an instance, hand touched hand

They said, "Aye!" and away they rode,

That brave and devoted band.

Straight was the track to the top of the hill

the rebels, they shot and shelled

Plowed furrows of death through the toiling ranks,

And guarded them as they fell

There soon came a horrible, dying yell

From heights that they could not gain

And those whom doom and death had spared

Rode slowly down again

But among the dead that were left on the hill

was the boy with the curly hair

The tall dark man who rode by his side

Lay dead beside him there

There's no-one to write to the blue-eyed girl

The words that her lover had said.

Mama, you know, awaits the news,

And she'll only know he's dead.

Shake Shake Mama - Bob Dylan

I get the blues for you baby when I look up at the sun
I get the blues for you baby when I look up at the sun
Come back here, we can have some real fun

Well it's early in the evening and everything is still
Well it's early in the evening and everything is still
One more time, I'm walking up around the hill

Shake shake Mama like a ship going out to sea
Shake shake Mama like a ship going out to sea
You took all my money and you gave it to Richard Lee

Down by the river judge Simpson's walking around
Down by the river judge Simpson's walking around
Nothing shocks me more than that old clown

Some of you women, you really know your stuff
Some of you women, you really know your stuff
But your clothes are all torn and your language is a little too rough

Shake shake Mama, shake until the break of day
Shake shake Mama, shake until the break of day
I'm right here baby, I'm not that far away

I'm motherless, fatherless, almost friendless too
I'm motherless, fatherless, almost friendless too
It's Friday morning going to Franklin Avenue

Shake shake mama, raise your voice and bay
Shake shake mama, raise your voice and bay
If you're goin' on home, better go the shortest way

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