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Songs and Lyrics by Big Kitty<\/p>\n

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  1. Aliens<\/li>\n
  2. Birds & Birds & Birds<\/li>\n
  3. Bloody Sleeves<\/li>\n
  4. Body of a Lion, Head of a Man<\/li>\n
  5. The Boy Who Smelled Real Good<\/li>\n
  6. Brian<\/li>\n
  7. Carousel<\/li>\n
  8. The Carp Song<\/li>\n
  9. Chattanooga<\/li>\n
  10. The Christmas I Met Elton John<\/li>\n
  11. Come On Closer, Man<\/li>\n
  12. Decades of Trouble<\/li>\n
  13. Down, Down, Down<\/li>\n
  14. Dressed up, Messed up<\/li>\n
  15. Friendly Galaxy<\/li>\n
  16. From Right Here to Nowhere<\/li>\n
  17. Headed Nowhere<\/li>\n
  18. Hey Yolanda!<\/li>\n
  19. If I Should Float Away<\/li>\n
  20. I Saw a Man Melting<\/li>\n
  21. I Woke Up (In the Middle of the Night)<\/li>\n
  22. Little Man<\/li>\n
  23. Magdalene<\/li>\n
  24. May<\/li>\n
  25. May I Dream?<\/li>\n
  26. Mercury<\/li>\n
  27. Milky Way<\/li>\n
  28. Mist and Shadows<\/li>\n
  29. Nibiru<\/li>\n
  30. Reincarnival<\/li>\n
  31. Take Me<\/li>\n
  32. Tangled Up With You<\/li>\n
  33. Tendernessee<\/li>\n
  34. Under the Tarp<\/li>\n
  35. What’s Happening To Me Tonight<\/li>\n
  36. Winchester Pass<\/li>\n
  37. You Don’t Forget About It<\/li>\n
  38. You Lonely<\/li>\n
  39. Your Bird<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n
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    Aliens<\/h3>\n<\/blockquote>\n
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    It feels like forever since the aliens arrived on Earth\r\nBut it's been seven years, that is, seven years of Earth\r\n\r\nWe used to fret and hurry\r\nThey taught us not to worry\r\nSo we forgot about the entirety of our history\r\nAnd drowned our pain in a beautiful mystery\r\n\r\nAin't it strange\r\nThe way we change\r\n\r\nAnd now we're going to live for another quintillion years\r\nI'm gonna dance like a girl upon the ionosphere\r\n\r\nThere are no words\r\nThere is only music\r\nWhatever you find\r\nGo ahead and use it\r\n\r\nI remember the days when I felt so sad and weary\r\nNow I don't think that I felt that way sincerely\r\n\r\nI was walking through the gravel and the mud behind a gas station\r\nIt had rained all day but cleared up enough to see the spaceships\r\n\r\nThe crickets sing that they sell for bait\r\nThe lightning bugs accumulate\r\n\r\nAnd the chieftain of the others before me materialized\r\nWe hugged and kissed while the moon and stars did rise\r\n<\/pre>\n<\/blockquote>\n
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    Birds & Birds & Birds<\/h3>\n
    Birds & birds & birds\r\nThey call me forward\r\nInto love\r\nAway from living only\r\nYou know jumping on the wind\r\nA dream of making for Earth\r\nSleeping on the wing\r\n\r\nNever before been caring for you\r\nBut now I'm chopping onions for you\r\nAll the day\r\n\r\nBirds & birds & birds\r\nFalling out of your mouth\r\nIn piles like dirty clothing\r\nWe have to plant them in the Earth\r\nYou go and find a shovel\r\nI will gather them in bags\r\n\r\nNever before been caring for you\r\nBut now I'm growing tomatoes for you\r\nAll the day\r\n<\/pre>\n<\/blockquote>\n
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    Bloody Sleeves<\/h3>\n
    Bloody sleeves \r\nWe love the lightning love\r\nThe clouds that sparkle sorrows onto the leaves\r\n\r\nThe leaves that crumble\r\nOnto our shoulders\r\nThe ones that leave us high as we brush them off\r\n\r\nBrush them off\r\nThe threads that make our clothing\r\nOnto the dirty ground we love to lay on\r\n\r\nThat leaves us \r\nBurning on the wing\r\nThose men who \r\nWe tied up with string\r\n\r\nThey cannot hope for me\r\nI'm a giant, drifting sea\r\nThey cannot hope for me\r\nI'm a dying, drifting sea...\r\n\r\nla la la...\r\n<\/pre>\n<\/blockquote>\n
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    Body of a Lion, Head of a Man<\/h3>\n
    Body of a lion, head of a man\r\nA strange little graveyard\r\nWay out in the sand\r\nIt was nothing like a daydream\r\nA dream of sacred bones\r\nWhat secrets can you tell me\r\nYou crazy little stones?\r\n\r\nBody of a lion, head of a man\r\nBody of a lion, head of a man\r\n\r\nThis is where we'll die\r\nFools like me and you\r\nHe looked both ways down the road\r\nStood up and gave a toast\r\nLion's claws and human nose\r\nShaking dust off of his elbows\r\nHis eyes alive with gospel fire\r\nHis claws emphasizing points\r\n\r\nHe looked something like a daydream\r\nHe wore a crown and not a mane\r\nAnd his ancestry was mixed up\r\nWith the royalty of Spain\r\nIt felt just like a cardboard\r\nThat you might find at the zoo\r\nBut I know it was reality\r\nAnd so do you, you were there too\r\n\r\nBody of a lion, head of a man\r\nBody of a lion, head of a man\r\n\r\n\r\n<\/pre>\n<\/blockquote>\n
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    The Boy Who Smelled Real Good<\/h3>\n
    He was the boy who smelled real good\r\nThey say he smelled like wood\r\nLike of cedar or of pine\r\n\r\nHe was the boy who smelled real good\r\nHe was the boy who smelled real good\r\n\r\nStrangers approached him everyday\r\nThey hiked from hundreds of miles away\r\nThey said, What smells good\r\nIs it you? Is it you?\r\nLeft our lives behind to smell of you\r\nWe left our wives behind to smell of you\r\n\r\nHe was the boy who smelled real good\r\nThey say he smelled like food\r\nLike lamb roasting with thyme\r\n\r\nHe was the boy who smelled real good\r\nHe was the boy who smelled real good\r\n\r\nEverybody gathered around him in a big old pack\r\nHe had to kick em like a mule off his back\r\nHe said, Go on back home now\r\nYou smell bad, you smell so bad\r\nYou smell me but I only smell you\r\nI wouldn't say it if it wasn't true\r\n\r\nHe was the boy who smelled real good\r\nThey say he smelled like fruit\r\nLike a fresh-picked clementine\r\n\r\nHe was the boy who smelled real good\r\nHe was the boy who smelled real good\r\n\r\n<\/pre>\n<\/blockquote>\n
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    Brian<\/h3>\n
    Brian\r\nIt's been so long since I seen Brian\r\nAnd I spent all my time denyin'\r\nThat he'd come back again\r\n\r\nAnd I been slidin'\r\nThrough the years tryin' to find him\r\nJust like was but somewhat blinded\r\nCatchin' sounds from far away\r\n\r\nTimin' \r\nTrue love is in the timin'\r\nKept inside away from spyin'\r\nLike a liver on the line\r\n\r\nLive, care, don't despair\r\nYour mind flutters everywhere\r\nYour eyes will find the stream\r\n\r\nAnd Ivan\r\nHe's even worse than my friend Brian\r\nHe's always lived behind my eyelids\r\nHe sleeps during the day\r\n\r\nBut my friends\r\nI don't know anyone like my friends\r\nNo one else wants me to find them\r\nTo remember times we had\r\n\r\nLions\r\nThey are a scattered pride of lions\r\nGuilty of periodic violence\r\nWith Liberace hair\r\n\r\nLook close at the ghost\r\nWho holds your hand before the host of demons\r\nWho watch in the air\r\n<\/pre>\n<\/blockquote>\n
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    Decades of Trouble<\/h3>\n
    Every time ten years go by\r\nI've met a brand new butterfly\r\nDecades of Trouble\r\n\r\nLeg of ant and mind of ant\r\nAnt hill and food\r\nDecades of trouble\r\n\r\nThe weeds that grow in sidewalk lines\r\nWatermelon seeds and rinds\r\nFinal horizon\r\n\r\nRoll ten times ten minds\r\nAnd slowly through the seasons, reasons\r\nLoving dead cats\r\nOld Big Kitty's waiting for his ninth life to last\r\nAnd Mr. Bones he dances crazy all up in us\r\nLove him, love your sweet hands\r\nUntil they fall off, and let them rot in the sweet, green grass\r\n\r\nGrocery store filled up with lead\r\nAKs fashioned out of bread\r\nFinal horizon\r\n\r\nMy Easter clothes haphazard sewn\r\nWill blind your eyes so bright they've grown\r\nFinal horizon\r\n\r\nLast night I dreamed that I was drinking water\r\nIn an ice-cream parlor\r\nFlowers twining round my legs that pulled me to the ground\r\nThey pulled my legs right off my body\r\nAnd I was floating like a honeybee\r\nMy legs became two mighty rivers that flowed unto the sea\r\nSo pleasant to see\r\n<\/pre>\n<\/blockquote>\n
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    Dr. Harmony<\/h3>\n
    Dr. Harmony\r\nHe's talking on TV\r\nMaking us laugh\r\nAt immortality\r\n\r\nThe doctor calls on all the girls and boys\r\nAnd he tells them, very poised\r\nThat their life and death are joys\r\nThough at first they sound like noise\r\n\r\nCause when the doctor makes a melody\r\nAnd all of this is purely fantasy\r\nHe creates vibrations like the blue salt sea\r\n\r\nAnd you see them on the TV screen\r\nVibrations purple red and green\r\nAnd all the colors in-between\r\nAnd you feel, don't know, what they mean\r\n\r\nSomewhere, somebody like me\r\nSings into a singing dream\r\nAnd we are kings of things\r\nThe kings of things\r\nAnd we're thinking of everything\r\n\r\nWhat's become of me?\r\nWhy am I so happy?\r\nMust be transforming into the dream\r\n\r\nDr. Harmony\r\nYou're like a dad to me\r\nOn sunny days it's all I scream\r\nIt's all I scream\r\nIt's all I scream\r\n\r\n<\/pre>\n<\/blockquote>\n
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    Headed Nowhere<\/h3>\n
    You might find me lying\r\nBut I don't care at all\r\nYou might catch me crying\r\nAnd I might cry all night\r\n\r\nYou might find me lying\r\nBut I don't care at all\r\nYou might catch me crying\r\nAnd I might cry all night long\r\n\r\nThat's the way\r\nTo be rolling down the hill\r\nAnd headed nowhere\r\n\r\nIn my time of dying\r\nNo one came around\r\nI looked up to the sky and\r\nShouted - Won't you leave me \r\n\r\nIn my time of dying\r\nNo one came around\r\nI looked up to the sky and\r\nShouted - Won't you leave me be?\r\n\r\nThat's the way\r\nTo be rolling down the hill\r\nAnd headed nowhere\r\n\r\nAs I look around me\r\nI see ten million years\r\nLooking up above me\r\nI see a mirror reflecting\r\n\r\nAs I look around me\r\nI see ten million years\r\nLooking up above me\r\nI see a mirror reflecting mirrors\r\n\r\nThat's the way\r\nTo be rolling down the hill\r\nAnd headed nowhere\r\n<\/pre>\n<\/blockquote>\n
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    Hey Yolanda!<\/h3>\n
    Hey Yolanda! \r\nYour junkyard is so neat\r\nHey Yolanda!\r\nI need a new back seat\r\nWon't you put me on your schedule for next week?\r\n\r\nOh I would just love to see\r\nThe beautiful way she's kept up things\r\nThe way she treats those cars\r\nIt makes me smile\r\nAnd in a way I'd say \r\nThat I'm in love with her\r\n\r\nHey Yolanda!\r\nShe's a beautiful elephant\r\nHey Yolanda!\r\nDemure and elegant\r\nStacking cars up with her mighty trunk\r\n\r\nYolanda has the oldest cars\r\nOlder than any other junkyard\r\nOf business-owners she must be the queen\r\nAnd in a way I'd say \r\nThat I'm in love with her\r\n\r\nHey Yolanda!\r\nHer cars never rust\r\nHey Yolanda!\r\nShe's an elephant you can trust\r\nIf you need old engine parts check with her first\r\n\r\nWell nobody does what Yolanda does\r\nA better mechanic there never was\r\nEven though an elephant's too big to drive\r\nShe loves to keep the good old cars alive\r\n\r\nShe moves junk with her big, strong trunk\r\nShe buys old cars and stacks them up in rows\r\nShe weaves grasses with her long eyelashes\r\nTo protect the cars when the dusty old wind blows\r\nShe succeeds in making pleasure out of treasure\r\nWell I wish I knew what old Yolanda knows\r\nSaid I wish I knew what old Yolanda knows\r\n<\/pre>\n<\/blockquote>\n
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    I Like To Think<\/h3>\n
    I like\r\nthe songs\r\nthat say\r\nsomething\r\nthat say\r\nsomething\r\nI didn't know\r\nreally\r\nsomething\r\nI'd observed\r\nbut never thought\r\nnever sung\r\n\r\nIs this one of those?\r\nIs this one of those?\r\nIs this one of those kinds of songs I like?\r\n\r\nI like to think that it is\r\nI like to think that it really is\r\n\r\nI like \r\npeople\r\nwho \r\nmake\r\nme\r\nfeel\r\ngood\r\nthat how\r\nit is\r\nis\r\nsomething\r\nwe can\r\ntry\r\nto share\r\n\r\nam I one of those?\r\nam I one of those?\r\nam I one of those kinds of people that I like?\r\n\r\nI like to think that I am\r\nI like to think that I really am\r\nI like to think\r\n\r\n<\/pre>\n<\/blockquote>\n
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    If I Should Float Away<\/h3>\n
    If I\r\nIf I should float away\r\nWould the police send their choppers\r\nAnd pull me down to jail?\r\nWould you come to rescue me\r\nAnd pay my bail?\r\n\r\nIf I \r\nIf I should float away\r\nI'd shake off my skin and bones\r\nLike a cumbersome coat\r\nJust to make 'em think I'd died\r\nWhile I float\r\n\r\n\r\n<\/pre>\n<\/blockquote>\n
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    I Saw a Man Melting<\/h3>\n
    I saw a man melting\r\n\r\nHis skin was viscous dripping off his muscles and his bones\r\nHe looked at me so helplessly with his eyeballs half-exposed\r\nHis jaws opened as if to speak, but not a sound came out\r\nIt was as though he knew there was no way that I could help\r\nHis eyes like soft-boiled eggs leaked out their uncooked yolks\r\nAnd I tore out my own hair for I pitied him so\r\n\r\nI saw a man melting\r\n\r\nHis intestines they were dangling all the way down past his knees\r\nAnd the floor it was collecting all the bits of broken meat\r\nAnd a salamander leapt out from a hollow in his hip\r\nAnd he shuddered in revulsion and his spine cracked like a whip\r\nAnd I caught him by the shoulders that were only nerve and bone\r\nAnd his skull rolled in the corner and I screamed, What have I done?\r\nWhat have I done?\r\n\r\nI saw a man melting\r\n\r\nSo with hand-broom and with dustpan I swept up his remains\r\nThe jelly and the plasma that once were a human frame\r\nAnd all that I could manage off the floor to gather\r\nI put into a garbage pail just to keep it all together\r\nAnd I carried it to the river, I was covered in his grease\r\nAnd I poured the contents in and I bid him Rest in Peace\r\n\r\nI saw a man melting\r\nI saw a man melting\r\nI saw a man melting\r\nMelting\r\nMelting\r\nMelting\r\n\r\n<\/pre>\n<\/blockquote>\n
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    I Woke Up (In the Middle of the Night)<\/h3>\n
    I woke up in the middle of the night\r\nAnd looked out of my window\r\nI could tell that something wasn't right\r\nThe moon was not on his pillow\r\n\r\nI threw all the blankets on the floor\r\nAnd ran out in the meadow\r\nI saw the moon open up my door\r\nAnd cover up my shadow\r\n\r\nI woke up in the middle of the night\r\nI woke up in the middle of the night\r\nI woke up in the middle of the night\r\nAnd the moon she looked so lonesome\r\n\r\nI woke up in the middle of the night\r\nTo AM radio static\r\nThe white clover in the meadow was so bright\r\nI watched it bloom from the attic\r\n\r\nWhat holds the powder on the ball\r\nIn twilight see it showing\r\nI wish its light were a wall\r\nAround us softly glowing, glowing, glowing\r\n\r\nAnd as I plunge into the void\r\nA dying crowd surrounds me\r\nDrown out the bright blue sky\r\nAnd the moon ran up and found me\r\n\r\nLove you, love you, love you\r\n\r\nWake up, wake up, wake up...\r\n\r\n<\/pre>\n<\/blockquote>\n
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    I’m Going into a Trance<\/h3>\n
    'm going into a trance\r\nI'm going into a trance\r\nGhostlike figures are appearing in my mind\r\nPartially because I'm feeling tired\r\nBut possibly for strategic reasons\r\nBut then accuracy at this moment is not my strong point\r\n\r\nI'm aware of interconnectedness\r\nOf which I normally am not\r\nI let fear flow like wind through my thoughts\r\nPreciousness of everything shivers eagerly\r\nAnd the swelling sound of birth is nearly heard\r\nMy old body is a kindergartener\r\n\r\nI'm going deep, deep in a trance\r\nNow I'm removing my pants\r\nI feel as unembarrassed\r\nAs a solar panel does\r\nI gather sunlight passively\r\nMy molecular structure rearranging\r\nFrom the upper branches of a flowering dogwood tree\r\nTill I'm cradled by the mellow rays\r\nOf the gardenia moon\r\n\r\nI'm coming out of a trance\r\nYeah, coming out of a trance\r\nFeet in my socks\r\nSocks in my shoes\r\n24-hour diner\r\nPouring maple syrup on scrambled eggs\r\nI wonder if my face looks the same\r\nAs it looked before\r\nI lift myself out of the booth\r\nPush open the bathroom door\r\n<\/pre>\n<\/blockquote>\n
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    Johnny Rosemary<\/h3>\n
    She was riding down the center of the avenue\r\nIn the middle of a hurricane\r\nGot struck by lightning \r\nAnd it blacked out both her eyes\r\n\r\nShe drove her car into a traffic light\r\nWhile an ambulance drove by\r\nAnd the blood ran down her cheeks\r\nAs she began to sing\r\n\r\nAll the people have a star that shines for them\r\nSome are bright and some are dim\r\nMine is very, very grim\r\nAnd nobody has ever been kind to me\r\n\r\nMy name is Johnny Rosemary\r\nAnd I see this is a hairy situation \r\nThat you find yourself in\r\nDrink of this tonic \r\nAnd you'll be back on it in no time\r\n\r\nShe said Mr Rosemary\r\nI shall not tarry\r\nI really will try anything\r\nAnd the tonic it tasted much more than sublime\r\n\r\nAll the people have a star that shines for them\r\nSome are bright and some are dim\r\nMine is very, very grim\r\nAnd nobody has ever been kind to me\r\n\r\nJohnny helped the dying lady out of her car\r\nAnd she revealed her enormous wings\r\nShe flew up high and she said goodbye to him\r\nIt made old Johnny cry to see her fly\r\nAcross the purple sky\r\nHe said I wish that I knew her name I would shout it\r\nRight up in the hurricane so loud that\r\nIt would shatter every window pane \r\nIn old New Orleans\r\n\r\n<\/pre>\n<\/blockquote>\n
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    Magdalene<\/h3>\n
    When Jesus was a boy he was my sailing friend\r\nWe sailed upon the sea of Galilee\r\nAnd even in the water he would not get wet\r\nHe was bald, had no beard, and he wore a crown of leaves\r\n\r\nNow Jesus had no fear to speak his mind\r\nThat's why they killed him, they say\r\nBut he was the best friend I'll ever find\r\nAnd I'm going to write a book about him someday\r\n\r\nI was there when the Romans hung him with a rope\r\nMy lover was gone and I cried and I cried\r\nSome people tell you he had magic powers\r\nAnd some people say that he was really crucified\r\n\r\nPeople try to tell you he was a rebel\r\nAnd he was bathed in the colors of the sun\r\nBut he was to me just a devil\r\nCause he left me and my tears forever run\r\n\r\nWhen Jesus was a boy he was my sailing friend\r\nHe must have kissed me thousands of times\r\nHe never called me Mary, only Magdalene\r\nHe was bald, had no beard, and he bled from a crown of leaves\r\n\r\n\r\n<\/pre>\n<\/blockquote>\n
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    Magdalene<\/h3>\n
    A milky aura descended in\r\nto embroidered cherry wind\r\nflowering upon a wing\r\nyou falling too and of you I sing\r\n\r\nCandle falls and rushes in\r\nrocky mosses tumbling\r\nlift your dress and gather them\r\nwhere the prism bends \r\nand the colors end\r\n\r\nThen one day in the rain\r\nwe found him lying in a drainpipe\r\nwithered and lame\r\nhalf dead, all wet\r\nbut his tail was a-waggin' when we carried him home\r\n\r\nWarmth of blazes nestled in\r\nchased into a mandolin\r\nturning in-between your skin\r\nthe twins Harold and Margaret\r\n\r\nGive it all, all away\r\ntrip the train on the main line, cellophane man\r\nI say, pleasure waits, \r\nat the center of a winter frozen in pain\r\n\r\n<\/pre>\n<\/blockquote>\n
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    Mist and Shadows<\/h3>\n
    Enter into the mist and shadows\r\nLeave the light behind\r\nAfter all you've seen now you can find\r\nThe ribbons up your sleeves\r\nDo you want to see a ghost? \r\nThere you are\r\nYou are not alone\r\nYou are everything you see\r\nYou made this crazy dream\r\n\r\nGently from the sea the vapor lifts\r\nIn the moonless night\r\nYou will see three legendary ships\r\nPillars of the empire\r\nThe temples rise and fall \r\nThe mountains grow\r\nAll made out of foam\r\nIn the darkness inside of you\r\n\r\nWait--a memory all around you\r\nBreaking on the water\r\nGreat events around the world\r\nWill never penetrate here\r\nTheyre the curtains of rain\r\nHolding up the heavens\r\nIn the shadows of the moonless night\r\nHidden from the view of everyone but you\r\n\r\nGhostly from the sea the sunshine lifts\r\nBurning off the mist\r\nGiant fireball westward trailing ships\r\nPreceded by their shadows\r\nYou're ahead of yourself\r\nYoure ahead of your time\r\nYou're a head to admire\r\nYou remind me of the waves\r\n\r\nScanning through the shortwave radio\r\nA strange voice spoke to me\r\nIn what language I don't know\r\nBut I heard it once before\r\nIn the middle of the ocean\r\nAt the end of a rainbow\r\nDeep in the mist and shadows of darkness\r\nHidden from the view of everyone but you\r\n<\/pre>\n<\/blockquote>\n
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    Rolling Clouds of Green and Purple<\/h3>\n
    My soul hurts as it grows\r\nAs into darkness it goes\r\nInto the swirling center everywhere\r\nMy soul shrinks and expands\r\nAt the touch of a hand\r\nAnd terror like lightning allows me to see\r\nSeven animals on a wheel\r\nRolling like balls of steel\r\nAnd the hum of darkness floods the world again\r\n\r\nThe soul hurts as it glows\r\nAnd in darkness it rests\r\nLike a soldier running into certain death\r\nThe soul answers at once\r\nLike the wind to a fan\r\nLike a child who not knowing understands\r\nWhere the sea and the sky meet\r\nIs directly below your feet\r\nAnd the far-off distance\r\nIs your oldest, closest friend\r\n\r\nMy mind is splitting in the landscape of the sun\r\nGoodbye to the rooster, its day is done \r\nI am feeding my chickens on the other side\r\nI am happening in an alternate way\r\nOn a different layer of the Milky Way\r\nAs gingerly as snow falling on cobwebs\r\nLike a crystal-clear dream\r\n\r\nDoes your soul hurt too\r\nWhen it's learning the truth?\r\nDoes it change like the moon\r\nWhen it's leaving the earth?\r\nDoes it rain like a cloud?\r\nDoes it vanish like a sound?\r\nDo you hear it once\r\nAnd hope it can be found\r\nOn a checkerboard\r\nOr wheels rolling forward\r\nUnstoppable\r\nThe rooster crows again\r\n\r\n\r\n<\/pre>\n<\/blockquote>\n
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    Queen Mary<\/h3>\n
    I dreamed I cleaned Queen Mary's feet\r\nAnd combed her golden hair\r\nBut it was just a floating dream\r\nNot a puff of air\r\nSunrise tresses castles in the glare\r\n\r\nQueen Mary is a falling star\r\nThe glory of the sky\r\nShe traces down a shining scar\r\nAnd all the people sigh\r\nOh they flutter just like butterflies\r\n\r\nQueen Mary carried me it seems\r\nTo her queenly lair\r\nAnd underneath her royal sheets\r\nI breathed the queenly air\r\nWhen it seemed that someone else was there\r\n\r\nQueen Mary has a happy king\r\nHe jumped into the bed\r\nI heard my love Queen Mary scream\r\nWhen the King kissed me instead\r\nLove for all and all for love she said\r\n\r\n<\/pre>\n<\/blockquote>\n
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    Do you see her sitting over there \r\nAll alone\r\nAlways in the open air\r\nWith a tarp for when it rains?\r\n\r\nWas she ever a baby? \r\nDid she ever make her mother smile when she spoke?\r\nOr has she always been there\r\nStaring from that bench\r\nWhere she sits day in day out\r\nCertainly she had a mother\r\nEvery soul was born to a mother\r\nBut something, somewhere along the way\r\nSlipped out from under her\r\nAnd left her sitting there on that bench\r\nUnder the tarp\r\n\r\nDo you see her sitting over there\r\nAll alone\r\nAlways in the open air \r\nWith a tarp for when it rains?\r\n\r\nUnder the tarp\r\nA dark, cavernous place\r\nForbidding entry\r\nGrocery bags\r\nConstant pedestrian traffic\r\nThat is where she sleeps\r\nWhere she sits all day long\r\nAll of her possessions stored beneath\r\nSeen by everyone who passes by\r\nAnd on the bench laid out beside her\r\nA few greasy old paperback books\r\nStrewn about on the bench beside her\r\nAre they for sale or simply arranged according to some inscrutable design\r\nNo passerby seems to care to discover\r\n\r\nDo you see her sitting over there\r\nAll alone\r\nAlways in the open air\r\nWith a tarp for when it rains?\r\n\r\nYou walk up to her\r\nI throw a dollar at her feet\r\nToss a dollar at her feet\r\nOnto the paper plate held from the breeze by the weight of a single, shining dime\r\nSingle dime\r\nAnd in reaction she rises lifting the tarp\r\nReleasing a long-trapped odor\r\nThe Sum of All Fears by Tom Clancy\r\nHanding me a book, she says\r\nI thank her\r\nHere, the Sum of All Fears\r\nAnd you read it in your hotel room\r\nThis was the title of the book by Tom Clancy\r\nAnd though it is not the usual kind of thing that you like to read\r\nI thanked her for the book and I found, after reading it\r\nYou find that\r\nThat the sum of all fears is not really \r\nAll that bad\r\n\r\n<\/pre>\n<\/blockquote>\n
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    And in your heart is a bird\r\nThat learns how to sing\r\nAnd it can sing anything\r\nThat it hears you sing\r\nThey're your songs, your songs\r\n\r\nAnd in your throat is a star\r\nThat leaps and burns\r\nAnd it really hurts\r\nWhen you can't find the words\r\n\r\nYes, right now\r\nHold me \r\nYes, right now\r\n\r\nPlease tell me\r\nThat it's true\r\nThat you're in love with me\r\nThough I might never know\r\nMaybe never, ever know\r\nJust what you are\r\n\r\nAnd in your eyes you make dreams\r\nThat may never be seen\r\nBut I really insist\r\nI want you to kiss me\r\n\r\nYes, right now\r\nHold me\r\nYes, right now\r\n\r\nPlease tell me\r\nThat it's true\r\nThat I'm in love with you\r\nThough I might never know\r\nMaybe never, ever know\r\nJust what I am\r\n\r\nAnd in your heart is a bird\r\nThat loves to sing\r\nAnd it sings everything\r\nThat it hears you sing\r\n\r\nYes, right now\r\nHold me\r\nYes, right now\r\nHold me\r\nYes, right now\r\nHold me\r\nYes, right now\r\n<\/pre>\n<\/blockquote>\n
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