There's a kid out on my corner hear him like a fool 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
There are fake on his jacket He's bleach to fade his jeans With a brand new stay shirt And creased and wrinkled dreams His face a blemish garden but his are virgin clear His is Chicken Little's, but he's hearing Paul Revere
When he catches 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 left Kid brother with his
And he's got running in his bones He's the hobo kid who's his home And his Beatles and the Rolling Stones This boy is acoustic
There's Seeger in his heart He hopes his will somehow start To the cracks that split apart America plastic
And now there's Dylan dripping his mouth He's hitching himself way south To learn a little black and From old men who paid their dues 'Cause they knew they had nothing to knew it, so they just got to it
With cracked old Gibsons and red clay Playing 1 4 5 like good news And with skin that calls for blood They put their and feet in mud But oh, they learned the music from way there The real ones it somewhere
Strum guitar, sing it kid Just write about feelings, not the things you never did Inexperience, it once had me But your youth is no handicap, it's what makes you
Hey kid, you you can hear your footsteps As you're kicking up the And the rustling in the shadows tells you 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 from where the Lear jet flies you glide in silent splendor in your padded limousines Only you are crying there behind the screen
Now you dragons, but they'll all turn into frogs When you 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 love to watch the fall They're the lost ones out there 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, Charley would be And I fantasized tragedy'd be soon curtailing me
Well just I had my birthday, I made it thirty-four Mere mortal, not immortal, not star-crossed got this problem with my aging, I no longer can ignore A tame and toothless tabby can't produce a roar
And I can't help being on these midnight afternoons When I ask the loaded "Why does come so soon?" And where are all the golden girls that I was for The daybreak chorus of my dreams serenades no
Yeah the minute man is going soft, the mirror's on the Only the truth's up there can you fool yourself? I am the jester who won't gracefully retire A clumsy without a net caught staggering on the high wire
Yesterday's a collar that has round my waist Today keeps slipping by me, it leaves no Tomorrow is a daydream, the never true Am I a fading fire or a breeze passing through?
Hello my Country, I once to tell everyone your story Your passion was my And your past, my most potent Your was my prayer Your hypocrisy my And your 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 rigor mortise smile your old folks eating dog food and your children eating paint While the pirates own the and sell us sermons on restraint
And while blood's the language That your old ears can hear And still you will not answer with that coming clear Does it mean there's no ripples in your tired old glory stream And the buzzards own the carcass of dream?
Oh B U Y 'em pre-canned laughter America Sing happy ever
a dance band on the Titanic Singing my God to thee And the iceberg's on the bow you dance with me
Yes I read it in the New Times That was on the stands It said that were out of fashion We'll no more empty promises There'll be no wasted passions To clutter up our
It really was a good The words on to say It shows we are growing up In oh, so many healthy And I told myself this is exactly I'm at But I much like thinking about that
Harry, are you so naive? You can believe the country's getting better When all you do is let her Harry, can you really be When it's there before your When you hold the that carves her You the life that starves her to the bone
Good dreams don't come got to pay for them If you dream when you're asleep is no way for them, to come alive, to survive
It's not enough to listen, it's not to see When the hurricane is coming on, not enough to flee not enough to be in love we hide behind that word It's not to be alive, when your future's been deferred
What I've run through my body, I've run through my mind My breath's the only and the tempo is my time 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 warning system hitched up to my soul Am I observer or participant or of belief Making too of a life so mercifully brief?
So I stride down sunny and the band plays back my song They're applauding at my shadow, long after I am 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 nightmares that had boiled the night before With every new day's dawning, my kid in my bed And tells the of the board room your language is dead
And as I wander with my music the jungles of despair My kid will guitar and find his street corner somewhere There he'll the silence listen to the dream behind the voice And show his minstrel daddy that there only was one choice
Strum your guitar, it kid Just write about your feelings not the you never did Inexperience, it had cursed me But your is no handicap, it's what makes you thirsty, hey kid
Strum your guitar, it kid write about your feelings not the things you never did
Dance band on the Singing my God to thee The iceberg's on the bow Won't you with me
The dance band on the Singing my God to thee And the iceberg's on the bow Won't you with me
Yeah the dance band on the nearer my God to thee And the on the starboard bow Won't you dance me
on Yeah the band on the Titanic Singing nearer my God to And the iceberg's on the bow