Been down one time
Been down two times
I'm never going back again
The east and the west are mine, the north and the south are mine. All seems beautiful to me.
— Walt Whitman
And if I only could
I'd make a deal with God
And I'd get him to swap our places
Be running up that road
Be running up that hill
Be running up that building
Say, If I only could
A lonely whisper in your ear
Saying the things you don't want to hear
With a breath, you hear him say
On this night, you will die this way
You will die this way
Meeting you, with a view to a kill
Face to face, in secret places
Feel the chill.
And now the chilly California wind
Is blowing down our bodies again
And we're sinking deeper and deeper
In the chilly California sand
Knows how to party
You're such a wonder that I think I'll stay in bed
Big time rollers, part time models
So much to plunder
That I think I'll sleep instead
I don't know this sea of neon
Thousand surfers, whiffs of freon
And big nights back east with Rhoda
All the leaves are brown
And the sky is gray
I've been for a walk
On a winter's day
I'd be safe and warm
if I was in L.A.
On such a winter's day
All alone in Melbourne, all I do is cry.
All I see is rain falling. It's winter in July.
In another city, 'neath another sky,
are you feeling lonely? It's winter in July.
the formless thing which gives things form!
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I need a phone call
I need a plane ride
I need a sunburn
I need a raincoat
And I get no answers
And I don't get no change
It's raining in Baltimore, baby
But everything else is the same