Lay, lady, lay
Lay across my big brass bed
Whatever colors you have
In your mind
I’ll show them to you
And you’ll see them shine
Bob Dylan
On the day that you were born the angels got together
And decided to create a dream come true
So they sprinkled moon dust in your hair of gold
And starlight in your eyes of blue
I live up here in this cabin in the woods.
Up where nobody visits and probably nobody should.
There’s a lot to consider once you get inside the door.
I’ve got a box full of secrets buried under the floor boards.
Little field mice livin’ under the house
Never eatin’ much, tough life for a mouse
And if you think you’re gonna be spared
You’re wrong
Field mice, head lice, spiders in the kitchen
Don’t think twice ‘bout whatever keeps you itchin’
Ice water, flyswatter, gonna get you through
The day
Walk awhile, walk awhile, walk awhile with me
The more we walk together, love, the better we’ll agree
We’ll agree
One hand in your mouth and your finger in your eye
Undertakers bow their heads as you go walking by
Saturday night’s already old
Walking into Sunday, and I find
All desires are cold
I could walk forever, I don’t mind
Show me a light, your company
Goes a little way to help me see
The path on which I’m bound
Rather than the things I leave behind
My shadow’s the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart’s the only thing that’s beating
Sometimes, I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then, I walk alone
You wanted to get somewhere so badly
You had to lose yourself along the way
You changed your name
Well that’s okay, it’s necessary
And what you leave behind you don’t miss anyway
Goodbye, you can keep this suit of lights
I’ll be up with the sun
I’m not coming down
It’s hard to believe that there’s nobody out there
It’s hard to believe that I’m all alone
At least I have her love, the city she loves me
Lonely as I am, together we cry
RHCP
That’s what keeps me, that’s what keeps me
That’s what keeps me down
To leave, believe it
Leave it all behind
Carry on my wayward son
There’ll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don’t you cry no more
Kansas
You snatch a chill and you match a cigarette
She pulls the eyes out with a face like a magnet
I don’t know how much more of this I can take
She’s filing her nails while they’re dragging the lake