There's a kid out on my corner hear him strumming like a Shivering in his dungarees but still he's going to His cheeks are made of fuzz, his hopes may be the same But he's signed up as a out to play the music game
There are fake on his jacket He's bleach to fade his jeans With a brand new pressed shirt And some and wrinkled dreams His face a blemish garden but his eyes are virgin His voice is Chicken Little's, but he's hearing Paul
When he himself giggling He forces up a Though he'd rather have a milk He keeps down the beer Just another folkie, late in down the pike Riding his guitar, he left Kid brother with his
And he's got running in his bones He's the hobo kid who's left his And his Beatles and the Rolling Stones This boy is acoustic
Seeger singing in his heart He his songs will somehow start To heal the cracks that apart America plastic
And now there's Dylan dripping his mouth He's hitching way down south To learn a black and blues From old street men who paid their 'Cause they they had nothing to lose knew it, so they just got to it
With cracked old Gibsons and red clay Playing 1 4 5 chords good news And cursed skin that calls for blood They put their and feet in mud But oh, they learned the music from way down The ones learn it somewhere
Strum your guitar, it kid Just write your feelings, not the things you never did Inexperience, it once had me But youth is no handicap, it's what makes you thirsty
Hey kid, you know you can hear your As you're kicking up the And the rustling in the shadows you secrets you can trust The of whispers is the way to write a song It's when you get to microphones, the music can go
You can't see the audience spotlights in your eyes Your can't feel the highway from where the Lear jet flies When you glide in splendor in your padded limousines you are crying there behind the silver screen
Now you battle dragons, but all turn into frogs When you the wheel of fortune, you get caught up in the cog
First your art turns into craft then the yahoos to laugh Then you'll hear the jackals 'cause they love to watch the fall They're the lost ones out there On the wounded and the They always are the to see the cracks upon the walls
When I started this song I was still The age that Mozart died and sweet Jesus was set and Shelley too soon finished, Charley Parker would be And I fantasized some be soon curtailing me
just today I had my birthday, I made it thirty-four Mere mortal, not immortal, not anymore I've got this problem my aging, I no longer can ignore A tame and toothless tabby can't produce a roar
And I can't being frightened on these midnight afternoons When I ask the questions "Why does come so soon?" And are all the golden girls that I was singing for The daybreak of my dreams serenades no more
Yeah the minute man is going soft, the on the shelf Only when the truth's up can you fool yourself? I am the jester who won't gracefully retire A clumsy clown without a net caught staggering on the wire
Yesterday's a collar has settled round my waist Today keeps slipping by me, it no aftertaste Tomorrow is a daydream, the future's never Am I a fading fire or a breeze passing through?
Hello my Country, I came to tell everyone your story Your passion was my And your past, my potent glory promise was my prayer Your hypocrisy my And your fill my present Are we going somewhere?
Step up young lady Your two hundred make you old if not senile And we see the symptoms there in your mortise smile With your old folks eating dog food and your children eating While the pirates own the flag and us sermons on restraint
And while blood's the language your deaf old ears can hear And still you will not answer that message coming clear Does it mean there's no more ripples in your tired old stream And the buzzards own the carcass of dream?
Oh B U Y 'em pre-canned laughter America Sing happy after
There's a band on the Titanic nearer my God to thee And the on the starboard bow you dance with me
Yes I it in the New York Times was on the stands today It said dreams were out of fashion We'll hear no empty promises There'll be no more wasted To clutter up our
It really was a sign The words on to say It that we are growing up In oh, so many healthy And I told myself is exactly where I'm at But I don't much thinking about that
Harry, are you really so You can honestly the country's getting better When all you do is let her Harry, can you be surprised? When there before your eyes When you hold the knife that her You live the life starves her to the bone
Good dreams come cheap You've got to pay for If you dream when you're asleep There is no way for them, to alive, to survive
not enough to listen, it's not enough to see When the hurricane is coming on, it's not enough to It's not enough to be in love we hide that word It's not enough to be alive, when future's been deferred
What I've run through my body, what run through my mind My breath's the rhythm and the tempo is my time My enemy is hopelessness, my honest doubt The answer is a question that I never find out
Is music propaganda, I boogie, rock and roll Or just an early system hitched up to my soul Am I observer or participant or of belief Making too much of a so mercifully brief?
So I down sunny streets and the band plays back my song applauding at my shadow, long after I am gone Should I this wistful notion that the journey is worthwhile Or tiptoe cross the chasm a song and a smile?
Well I got up this morning, I don't need to know no It evaporated nightmares that had boiled the before every new day's dawning, my kid climbs in my bed And tells the cynics of the board room your language is
And as I with my music through the jungles of despair My kid will guitar and find his street corner somewhere There he'll make the silence listen to the dream the voice And show his Hamlet daddy that there only was one choice
your guitar, sing it kid Just about your feelings not the things you never did Inexperience, it once had me But your youth is no handicap, what makes you thirsty, hey kid
Strum your guitar, it kid Just write your feelings not the things you never did
Dance band on the Singing my God to thee The on the starboard bow Won't you dance me
The dance on the Titanic Singing my God to thee And the on the starboard bow you dance with me
Yeah the band on the Titanic Singing nearer my God to And the iceberg's on the bow you dance with me
on Yeah the dance on the Titanic Singing nearer my God to And the iceberg's on the bow