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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 of peach fuzz, his hopes may be the same
But he's signed up as a soldier out to play the music

are fake patches on his jacket
He's used bleach to his jeans
With a brand new stay pressed
And some creased and dreams
His face a blemish garden but his eyes are clear
His voice is Chicken Little's, but he's Paul Revere

he catches himself giggling
He forces up a
Though rather have a milk shake
He keeps down the beer
another folkie, late in coming down the pike
Riding his guitar, he Kid brother with his bike

And he's got Guthrie in his bones
He's the kid who's left his home
And his Beatles and the Rolling Stones
This boy is staying

There's Seeger singing in his
He hopes his songs will somehow
To heal the cracks that split
America plastic

And now there's Dylan from his mouth
hitching himself way down south
To learn a little black and
From old street men who paid dues
'Cause they knew had nothing to lose
knew it, so they just got to it

With old Gibsons and red clay shoes
Playing 1 4 5 chords like news
And cursed with that calls for blood
They put face and feet in mud
But oh, they learned the music way down there
The real learn it somewhere

Strum your guitar, it kid
Just write about your feelings, not the things you did
Inexperience, it once had me
But your youth is no handicap, what makes you thirsty

Hey kid, you know you can your footsteps
As kicking up the dust
And the in the shadows tells 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 with spotlights in your
Your feet can't feel the highway from the Lear jet flies
When you glide in silent splendor in your padded
Only you are crying behind the silver screen

Now you battle dragons, but they'll all turn into
you grab the wheel of fortune, you get caught up in the cog

First your art turns into then the yahoos start to laugh
Then you'll hear the jackals howl 'cause they love to watch the
They're the lost out there feeding
On the and the bleeding
They always are the first to see the cracks the walls

When I started this song I was still
The age that Mozart died and sweet Jesus was set
Keats and Shelley too soon finished, Parker would be
And I fantasized some tragedy'd be soon me

Well today I had my birthday, I made it thirty-four
Mere mortal, not immortal, not star-crossed
I've got this with my aging, I no longer can ignore
A tame and toothless tabby can't produce a lion's

And I can't help frightened on these midnight afternoons
When I ask the loaded
"Why winter come so soon?"
And where are all the golden that I was singing for
The daybreak of my dreams serenades no more

Yeah the minute man is soft, the mirror's on the shelf
Only when the truth's up can you fool yourself?
I am the aged jester who won't gracefully
A clumsy clown without a net caught on the high wire

Yesterday's a collar that has round my waist
Today keeps by me, it leaves no aftertaste
Tomorrow is a daydream, the never true
Am I just a fading fire or a breeze passing

Hello my Country, I once came to tell everyone story
passion was my poetry
And past, my most potent glory
promise was my prayer
Your my nightmare
And problems fill my present
Are we both somewhere?

Step right up young
two hundred birthdays make you old if not senile
And we see the symptoms there in your mortise smile
With your old folks dog food and your children eating paint
While the pirates own the flag and us sermons on restraint

And while blood's the language
That your deaf old ears can
And you will not answer with that message coming clear
Does it mean there's no more ripples in your tired old glory
And the buzzards own the of your dream?

Oh B U Y
'em pre-canned laughter
America
happy ever after

There's a dance on the Titanic
Singing my God to thee
And the on the starboard bow
Won't you with me

Yes I read it in the New York
That was on the today
It said that dreams 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 ways
And I told myself is exactly where I'm at
But I don't much like thinking that

Harry, are you so naive?
You can honestly
That the getting better
When all you do is let her
Harry, can you really be
When it's before your eyes
When you hold the that carves her
You live the life starves her to the bone

Good dreams don't come
got to pay for them
If you just dream 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 is coming on, it's not enough to flee
It's not enough to be in love we hide behind that
It's not enough to be alive, when your future's deferred

I've run through my body, what I've run through my mind
My breath's the only 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, should I boogie, and roll
Or just an early warning system hitched up to my
Am I observer or participant or of belief
too much of a life so mercifully brief?

So I stride sunny streets and the band plays back my song
applauding at my shadow, long after I am gone
Should I hold this wistful notion that the journey is
Or tiptoe the chasm with 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
every new day's dawning, my kid climbs in my bed
And tells the cynics of the board room your is dead

And as I wander with my music through the of despair
My kid will learn guitar and find his street somewhere
There he'll make the silence to the dream behind the voice
And show his minstrel Hamlet daddy that there only was one

Strum 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, it's makes you thirsty, hey kid

Strum guitar, sing it kid
Just write about your not the things you never did

Dance band on the
Singing nearer my God to
The iceberg's on the bow
Won't you with me

The dance on the Titanic
nearer my God to thee
And the iceberg's on the bow
Won't you dance me

Yeah the dance band on the
Singing nearer my God to
And the on the starboard bow
Won't you with me

on
Yeah the band on the Titanic
nearer my God to thee
And the on the starboard bow

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