For Marla

Marla Dylan

“Aw, come on, now
You know you know about my debutante”
An’ she says, “Your debutante just knows what you need
But I know what you want”

Well, how can we when the world us is so magical: Shakespeare is wearing pointed shoes with bells, the sun’s not yellow it’s chicken, when she’s 68 but says she’s 54, he walks in carrying on his shoulder a siamese cat, and we have a thousand telephones that don’t ring? Life is funny, and though it may take a lot, it’s worth all the laughter.

Ain’t it just like the night to play tricks when you’re tryin’ to be so quiet?
We sit here stranded, though we’re all doin’ our best to deny it

” I walked by a Guernsey cow”
“You won’t hear me complain”
“I’ve been to the mountain and I’ve been in the wind”

That’s because:
Johnny’s in the basement
Mixing up the medicine
I’m on the pavement
Thinking about the government

Man in a trench coat badge out laid off days he’s got a bad cough lookout kid don’t matter what you did

Get sick, get well, hang around the ink-well
And you better stay away from those that carry ‘round a fire hose
You don’t need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows!

I’m a-thinkin’ and a-wond’rin’ all the way down
On the dark side of the road

So many thoughts
My head just might explode.

he now steps to the road
ev’rything’s been returned which was owed
while my conscience explodes

My memory erodes
And the universe implodes

For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse
An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe

The brave front line heroes
The doctor, teacher, shopkeeper and nurse

Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody

It could even be the sword
But the handmade blade
And the child’s balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand
You know too soon
There is no sense in trying!

They never did like mama’s homemade dress
Papa’s bankbook wasn’t big enough
She had to sell everything she owned
And froze up inside
When finally the bottom fell out
I became withdrawn

Papa’s bankbook wasn’t big enough
She had to sell everything she owned
And froze up inside
When finally the bottom fell out
I became withdrawn
But outside in the distance a wild cat did growl
Two riders were approaching
The wind began to howl
Dr. Filth, he keeps his world inside of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients, they’re trying to blow it up
But me I expected it to happen

Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
Come to me, mama
Ease my money crisis now
I need something to support me

While Hollis Brown
He lived on the outside of town
With his wife and five children
And his cabin fallin’ down.
You looked for work and money
And you walked a rugged mile
Your children are so hungry
That they don’t know how to smile
So Ramona
Come closer
Shut softly your watery eyes
The pangs of your sadness
Shall pass as your senses will rise

Baby, please stop crying
You know, I know, the sun will always shine
sometimes I’m in the mood, I wanna hear my milk cow moan
Oh babe, I’m in the mood for you
Lily took her dress off and buried it away
I long to see you in the morning light
I long to reach for you in the night

But Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child’s balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying

When you think that you’ve lost everything
You find out you can always lose a little more
I’m just going down the road feeling bad
Tryin’ to get to heaven before they close the door

Knock-knock-knockin’ on heaven’s door
Baby, caught between heaven and hell

I’m a man of constant sorrow
I’ve seen trouble all my days
But something is going on here
And you don’t know what it is.
This is the story of the Hurricane.
Everybody must get stoned!

Take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship
My senses have been stripped
My hands can’t feel to grip
My toes too numb to step
Wait only for my boot heels to be wandering

The empty handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets
The sky too is fallin’ in over you
And it’s all over now, baby blue

I guess I’ll be leaving tomorrow
If I have to beg, steal or borrow.
The vows that we kept are now broken and swept
‘Neath the bed where we slept.

It was raining from the first
And I was dying there of thirst
So I came in here
Ain’t it clear?

the road was full of mud
I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form
I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail
Poisoned in the bushes an’ blown out on the trail
Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn
Come in, she said
I’ll give ya shelter from the storm

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