The Organ Grinder roll the window down, put the brakes on what’s that sound? it’s the
organ grinder playing, hear him struggling in his solitude, grinding hard to get to you,
changing hardly changeable moods with one hand. I was on my way back from buying
flesh and bread, anxious ’bout my growing debt when I heard it. I forgot my debt threw
a coin and asked him straight: so moving sounds you make, how?? he said: There’s a
cat alive inside There’s a cat alive inside. And surprisingly he was right I heard it
sneeze and I thought if it could be then what else? He said the problem is no one ever
takes the risk, here’s the hole stick your hand in, I’ll keep playing

Nothing But Clues bells ringing before the night, bells telling me in the morning
everything’s nailed to time. What are the reasons why great prophecies come in
parables? Rules stealing all your time. No twisting my eyes out to see, just let the
things come right to me, nothing but clues enough for me If you are a fishing mind
relax and enjoy your evening sometimes a fish will come No twisting my eyes out to
see, just let the things come right to me nothing but clues will set you free! Pictures and
frames of me, thought it would do me better, why wasn’t Dylan there? waiting for
nothing more, what did we really wait for? dropping the lines on the floor

In the Sun Yes I forgot what love is. Think you decide where to go. Staying in the sun,
cells are changing, red and stumbling, nothing’s the same Chasing a tambourine back
to the pagans, dancing through the ages, rocks fall apart, what makes a dinosaur
shiver? where are the love-raging springs? Some rivers drying out some don’t! raiding
beams changing blue ideas, burning a winter skin in Texas, changing the clothes they
wear in France – a Paris, in Berlin, en Madrid

Do what you said you would do a day New World where are you taking me, do what you
said you will do one day, do not forget the day I return home, do what you said you
will do one day, Home to the crooked pavement and smile, do what you said you will do one day,
sailing streets, mermaid style, do what you said you will do one day! Home to wild gardens
and trees, do what you said you will do one day, playful journeymen and yeast, do what you
said you will do one day! Why rectangu everything you see? Do what you said you would
do a day! Frikadellen is delicious and strange! Do what you said you will do one day!

Beans it’s the only way the only groceries I can buy Beans slowly running cold I forgot
the recipe the old grips Words, answers to it all delicate and tasty left me Seen on an
ancient wall an instructive sentence back then Beans waiting on a plate seen in
television calculated Beans steaming on a screen family learning I missed Steam it’s the
only way it’s the only way out I can’t cook Steal every trick I know I’m free to copy it’s
not me Bills coming through my door payment to remind me who’s paying Beans
count them ‘fore I sleep chase them back to waste fields I don’t sleep Beans it’s the only
way it’s the only thing I can eat

Lullabye (Play It On the Radio) Don’t know what parts I miss, I know I left my ship,
jumped in a running stream, a woman is all I see. Suddenly to have it all, to swim in the
falls When I leave home we burst into summer, weightless, when I need sun everything
withers, hold me If I could sing to you a lullabye or two (play it on the radio, play it on
the radio) and you could hear me try to hear your breath at night (play it on the radio,
play it on the radio) play the morning news, eternal waltz for two When I leave home…

The Migrant Old July turned to sand oh when something between my hands Gone
when babies get sick I know you’d like to take me home

Don’t Turn Tidal Wave Don’t turn tidal wave, don’t turn tidal wave, what you’ve got
for me? what you’ve got for me? Hey summer tidal wave I know you can’t stay Hey
summer tidal wave please take me in Oh so light you seem, danger you can’t be, you
bring parts of me, what did Luna keep? Hey summer tidal wave I know you can’t stay
Hey summer tidal wave please take me in

Back To You I’m riding back to you with your spirit in my shoes Back to homeless
memories close to something I can’t see But the full moon is a shield for new lovers
in need And the sailors on the beach can’t believe I’m out of reach

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