Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood, with his memories in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago, with his friend a jealous monk
He looked so immaculately frightful, as he bummed a cigarette
Then he went off sniffing drainpipes, and reciting the alphabet

Did you ever wake up to find
A day that broke up your mind
Destroyed your notion of circular time.

Sway

And Sam Cooke is on the radio
And the night is filled with space
And your fingertips touch my face
You're a friend of mine
And I'm Real Real Gone


So hard to find my way now that I'm on my own
I saw you just the other day, my how you have grown
Cast my memory back there lord, sometimes I'm overcome thinking bout it
Making love in the green grass behind the stadium with you
My brown eyed girl

Van The Man

We’ve all got holes to fill
And them holes are all that’s real
Some fall on you like a storm
Sometimes you dig your own

To Lives To Fly - Townes Van Zandt

Now, I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do ya?
It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah

May the good Lord shine a light on you
Make every song you sing your favorite tune
May the good Lord shine a light on you
Warm like the evening sun

Everybody must get stoned!

Any verse from this classic below.....


There's a tramp sittin' on my doorstep
Tryin' to waste his time
With his methylated sandwich
He's a walking clothesline
And here comes the bishop's daughter
On the other side
And she looks a trifle jealous
She's been an outcast all her life



Oh the gangster looks so fright'ning
With his Luger in his hand
But when he gets home to his children
He's a family man
But when it comes to the nitty-gritty
He can shove in his knife
Yes he really looks quite religious
He's been an outlaw all his life



Oh the singer, he looks angry
At being thrown to the lions
And the bass player, he looks nervous
About the girls outside
And the drummer, he's so shattered
Trying to keep up time
And the guitar players look damaged
They've been outcasts all their lives



Oh, there's twenty-thousand grandmas
Wave their hankies in the air
All burning up their pensions
And shouting, "It's not fair!"
There's a regiment of soldiers
Standing looking on
And the queen is bravely shouting,
"What the hell is going on?"

With a blood-curdling "tally-ho"
She charged into the ranks
And blessed all those grandmas who
With their dying breaths screamed, "Thanks!"

YEAH Jigsaw .... CLASSIC



ROCKMAN

I’ve written this before

“I met a gin-soaked bar room queen in Memphis.”

OMG .. completely transported in 10 words

Mt favorite Springsteen lyric with the most imagery is from Seeds:

Well, there's men hunkered down
By the railroad tracks
The Elkhorn special
Blowing my hair back
Tents pitched on the highway
In the dirty moonlight
And I don't know where
I'm gonna sleep tonight

Parked in the lumberyard
Freezing our asses off
My kid's in the backseat
Got a graveyard cough
Well, I'm sleeping up
In front with my wife
Billyclub tapping on the windshield
In the middle of the night
Says move along, man, move along

We look for love, no time for tears
Wasted water's all that is
And it don't make no flowers grow

bill withers - just the two of us

and also from the same song

I see the crystal raindrops fall
And the beauty of it all
Is when the sun comes shining through
To make those rainbows in my mind
When I think of you sometime
And I wanna spend some time with you

I'm the all-night drug-prowling' wolf
Who looks so sick in the sun
I'm the white man in the Palais
Just a'lookin' for fun
Only lookin' for fun


The Clash - (White Man) In Hammersmith Palais

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Rip this joint, gonna save your soul, round and round and round we go......

Heck !!!! ...



ROCKMAN

ROCKMAN

Monday, nothing
Tuesday, nothing
Wednesday and Thursday, nothing
Friday, for a change
A little more nothing
Saturday once more nothing

- Doxa

I see your hair is burnin'
Hills are filled with fire
If they say I never loved you
You know they are a liar
Drivin' down your freeways
Midnight alleys roam
Cops in cars, the topless bars
Never saw a woman
So alone, so alone
So alone, so alone

The Doors
LA Woman

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I feel so humble with you tonight
Just sitting in front of the fire
See your face dancin in the flames
Feel your mouth kissing me again
What a beautiful buzzz

My favorite Stones song.

In the heat of the day down in mobile Alabama
Working on the railroad with the steel driving hammer
I gotta make some money to buy some brand new shoes
Tryin' to find somebody to take away these blues
"She don't love me," hear them singing in the sun
Payday coming when my work is all done

Well, in the evening when the sun is sinking low
All day, I been waiting for the whistle to blow
Sitting in a teepee built right on the tracks
Rolling them bones 'til the foreman comes back
Pick up your belongings boys scatter about
We've got an off-schedule train comin' two miles out

Everybody's scrambling, running around
Picking up their money, tearing the teepee down
A foreman wants to panic, out to go insane
Trying to get the workers out the way of the train
Engineer blowing the whistle long and long
Can't stop the train, you have to let it roll on

The opening of Before they make me run ;

Worked the bars and sideshows along the twilight zone
Only a crowd can make you feel so alone
And it really hit home
Booze and pills and powders, you can choose your medicine
Well here's another goodbye to another good friend.

Powerfull start for Keith's landmark opus; juxtaposition creates tension.

Rockandroll,
Mops

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In the heat of the day down in mobile Alabama
Working on the railroad with the steel driving hammer
I gotta make some money to buy some brand new shoes
Tryin' to find somebody to take away these blues
"She don't love me," hear them singing in the sun
Payday coming when my work is all done

Well, in the evening when the sun is sinking low
All day, I been waiting for the whistle to blow
Sitting in a teepee built right on the tracks
Rolling them bones 'til the foreman comes back
Pick up your belongings boys scatter about
We've got an off-schedule train comin' two miles out

Everybody's scrambling, running around
Picking up their money, tearing the teepee down
A foreman wants to panic, out to go insane
Trying to get the workers out the way of the train
Engineer blowing the whistle long and long
Can't stop the train, you have to let it roll on

Chuck was a genius. The easiness he lets the words fly - it would take someone like Dylan to come up with anything that good again.

- Doxa