There's a kid out on my hear him strumming like a fool in his dungarees but still he's going to school His cheeks are of peach fuzz, his hopes may be the same But signed up as a soldier out to play the music game
There are fake patches on his He's used bleach to his jeans With a new stay pressed shirt And some creased and wrinkled His face a blemish garden but his eyes are virgin His voice is Chicken Little's, but he's Paul Revere
he catches himself giggling He forces up a Though he'd rather a milk shake He forcing down the beer Just another folkie, in coming down the pike Riding his guitar, he Kid brother with his bike
And he's got Guthrie in his bones the hobo kid who's left his home And his records and the Rolling Stones boy is staying acoustic
There's singing in his heart He hopes his will somehow start To heal the that split apart gone plastic
And now Dylan dripping from his mouth He's himself way down south To a little black and blues From old men who paid their dues 'Cause they knew had nothing to lose knew it, so they just got to it
With cracked old and red clay shoes Playing 1 4 5 chords good news And with skin that calls for blood They put their and feet in mud But oh, they learned the from way down there The real ones it somewhere
your guitar, sing it kid Just about your feelings, not the things you never did Inexperience, it once had me But your is no handicap, it's what makes you thirsty
Hey kid, you know you can your footsteps As kicking up the dust And the rustling in the shadows tells you secrets you can The of whispers is the way to write a song It's when you get to microphones, the can go wrong
You can't see the audience with spotlights in your Your can't feel the highway from where the Lear jet flies When you glide in silent splendor in your limousines Only you are crying there behind the silver
Now you dragons, but they'll all turn into frogs When you grab the wheel of fortune, you get up in the cog
First your art turns into craft then the yahoos to laugh Then you'll hear the jackals howl 'cause love to watch the fall They're the ones out there feeding On the wounded and the They always are the to see the cracks upon the walls
When I started this I was still thirty-three The age that Mozart died and Jesus was set free and Shelley too soon finished, Charley Parker would be And I fantasized some tragedy'd be soon me
Well just today I had my birthday, I it thirty-four Mere mortal, not immortal, not anymore I've got this with my aging, I no longer can ignore A tame and toothless tabby can't a lion's roar
And I help being frightened on these midnight afternoons When I ask the questions "Why does winter so soon?" And where are all the girls that I was singing for The daybreak of my dreams serenades no more
Yeah the man is going soft, the mirror's on the shelf when the truth's up there can you fool yourself? I am the aged who won't gracefully retire A clumsy clown without a net caught staggering on the wire
a collar that has settled round my waist Today slipping by me, it leaves no aftertaste is a daydream, the future's never true Am I just a fading fire or a breeze through?
Hello my Country, I once to tell everyone your story Your passion was my And your past, my potent glory promise was my prayer Your hypocrisy my And your problems my present Are we going somewhere?
right up young lady Your two hundred birthdays you old if not senile And we see the there in your rigor mortise smile With old folks eating dog food and your children eating paint While the own the flag and sell us sermons on restraint
And blood's the only language That your old ears can hear And still you will not answer with message coming clear it mean there's no more ripples in your tired old glory stream And the buzzards own the carcass of your
Oh B U Y Sell 'em pre-canned Perennial Sing happy ever
a dance band on the Titanic Singing nearer my God to And the on the starboard bow you dance with me
Yes I it in the New York Times That was on the today It said that were out of fashion We'll hear no empty promises be no more wasted passions To clutter up our
It really was a sign The went 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 much like thinking about that
Harry, are you really so You can believe That the country's getting all you do is let her alone Harry, can you really be it's there before your eyes When you hold the knife that her You the life that starves her to the bone
Good dreams don't cheap You've got to pay for If you just dream you're asleep There is no way for them, to come alive, to
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 behind that It's not enough to be alive, your future's been deferred
What I've run my body, what I've run through my mind My breath's the only rhythm and the tempo is my My enemy is hopelessness, my ally honest The answer is a question I never will find out
Is music propaganda, should I boogie, rock and Or just an early system hitched up to my soul Am I observer or or huckster of belief too much of a life so mercifully brief?
So I stride sunny streets and the band plays back my song They're applauding at my shadow, long I am gone Should I hold this 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 to know no more It evaporated nightmares had boiled the night before With every new dawning, my kid climbs in my bed And tells the cynics of the board room language is dead
And as I with my music through the jungles of despair My kid will learn guitar and his street corner somewhere he'll make the silence listen to the dream behind the voice And show his Hamlet daddy that there only was one choice
Strum your guitar, it kid write about your feelings not the things you never did Inexperience, it once had me But your youth is no handicap, it's what you thirsty, hey kid
Strum your guitar, it kid Just about your feelings not the things you never did
Dance band on the nearer my God to thee The iceberg's on the bow you dance with me
The band on the Titanic Singing my God to thee And the on the starboard bow Won't you with me
Yeah the dance on the Titanic nearer my God to thee And the on the starboard bow you dance with me
on Yeah the dance on the Titanic nearer my God to thee And the iceberg's on the bow