Anything Al Stewart, Cole Porter, Ira Gershwin, Gus Kahn, has written, most everything Bernie Taupin and Paul Simon have written, much of Billy Joel's writing, a lot of Ian Anderson and a few others.
She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running like a watercolor in the rain,
No bother asking for explanations, she'll just tell you that she came,
In the Year of the Cat (Al Stewart, "Year of the Cat")
Football supporters are taking the waters
Looking around for the twilight daughters,
Non-stop strip club pornographic book shop
Come into the back and your time and have a good luck,
Old man laughs with flowers in his hair,
Newspaper headline: "Middle East Deadline"
Jazz musicians are down on the bread-line,
Soho, needless to say (Al Stewart, "Soho")
He was born a pauper to a pawn on a Christmas Day,
When the New York Times said, "God is Dead, and The War's Begun,"
Alvin Tostig had a son today... and he shall be Levon... (Bernie Taupin, "Levon")
"You make me feel like a bullet
in the gun of Robert Ford" (Bernie Taupin, song title)
Well my old man is drunker than a barrel full of monkeys
and my old lady, she don't care,
My sister looks cute in her braces and boots
a handful of grease in her hair (Bernie Taupin, "Saturday Night's All Right for Fightin")
In my little town
I grew up believing God keeps his eye on us all
And he used to lean upon me,
When I pledged allegiance to the wall,
Lord I recall, in my little town (Paul Simon "My Little Town")
"Kathy," I said as we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh,
"Michigan seems like a dream to me now,
'It took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw,
I've come to look for America..."
...Counting the cars on the New Jersey turnpike, they've all gone to look for America" (Paul Simon "America")
All lies and jest,
Still a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest (Paul Simon, "The Boxer")
For all the blessings I disown
The cruelities I condone
For every beast of land and sky and sea
That suffers for my vanity
For every sin under the sun
For all the tears from here to kingdom come
For every child the streets will claim
The curse that rushes through her tiny veins
For every rose that wilts away
I die a little more each day Just a little more each day (Gino Vanelli "I Die a Little More Each Day")
We'll wait in stone circles,
Till the force comes through
Lines join in faint discord
as the stormwatch brews,
a concert of kings
as the white sea snaps
at the heels of a soft prayer, whispered" (Ian Anderson, "Dun Ringill")
Ladies with ice cream hair
Gyroscopic pink neon beams
Everybody's happy about something
The crows moves like a flock of starlings
switch direction as one (Ian Anderson "Hot Mango Flush")
One dusky half-hour's ride up to the north
There lies your reputation and all that your worth,
Where the scent of wild roses, turns the milk to cream-
tell your mother that you walked all night on Velvet Green (Ian Anderson, "Velvet Green")
Shake dreams from your hair
My pretty child, my sweet one
Choose the day and choose the sign of your day
the day's divinity, first thing you see
A vast, radiant beach in a cool-jeweled moon
Couples naked race down by it's quiet side...
...Enter again the sweet forest
Enter the hot dream, come with us
Everything is broken up and dances (Jim Morrison "Ghost Song")
Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
-
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
There was a time when you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show it to me, do you?
And remember when I moved in you
The holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah (Leonard Cohen, "Hallelujah")
She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running like a watercolor in the rain,
No bother asking for explanations, she'll just tell you that she came,
In the Year of the Cat (Al Stewart, "Year of the Cat")
Football supporters are taking the waters
Looking around for the twilight daughters,
Non-stop strip club pornographic book shop
Come into the back and your time and have a good luck,
Old man laughs with flowers in his hair,
Newspaper headline: "Middle East Deadline"
Jazz musicians are down on the bread-line,
Soho, needless to say (Al Stewart, "Soho")
He was born a pauper to a pawn on a Christmas Day,
When the New York Times said, "God is Dead, and The War's Begun,"
Alvin Tostig had a son today... and he shall be Levon... (Bernie Taupin, "Levon")
"You make me feel like a bullet
in the gun of Robert Ford" (Bernie Taupin, song title)
Well my old man is drunker than a barrel full of monkeys
and my old lady, she don't care,
My sister looks cute in her braces and boots
a handful of grease in her hair (Bernie Taupin, "Saturday Night's All Right for Fightin")
In my little town
I grew up believing God keeps his eye on us all
And he used to lean upon me,
When I pledged allegiance to the wall,
Lord I recall, in my little town (Paul Simon "My Little Town")
"Kathy," I said as we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh,
"Michigan seems like a dream to me now,
'It took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw,
I've come to look for America..."
...Counting the cars on the New Jersey turnpike, they've all gone to look for America" (Paul Simon "America")
All lies and jest,
Still a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest (Paul Simon, "The Boxer")
For all the blessings I disown
The cruelities I condone
For every beast of land and sky and sea
That suffers for my vanity
For every sin under the sun
For all the tears from here to kingdom come
For every child the streets will claim
The curse that rushes through her tiny veins
For every rose that wilts away
I die a little more each day Just a little more each day (Gino Vanelli "I Die a Little More Each Day")
We'll wait in stone circles,
Till the force comes through
Lines join in faint discord
as the stormwatch brews,
a concert of kings
as the white sea snaps
at the heels of a soft prayer, whispered" (Ian Anderson, "Dun Ringill")
Ladies with ice cream hair
Gyroscopic pink neon beams
Everybody's happy about something
The crows moves like a flock of starlings
switch direction as one (Ian Anderson "Hot Mango Flush")
One dusky half-hour's ride up to the north
There lies your reputation and all that your worth,
Where the scent of wild roses, turns the milk to cream-
tell your mother that you walked all night on Velvet Green (Ian Anderson, "Velvet Green")
Shake dreams from your hair
My pretty child, my sweet one
Choose the day and choose the sign of your day
the day's divinity, first thing you see
A vast, radiant beach in a cool-jeweled moon
Couples naked race down by it's quiet side...
...Enter again the sweet forest
Enter the hot dream, come with us
Everything is broken up and dances (Jim Morrison "Ghost Song")
Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
-
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
There was a time when you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show it to me, do you?
And remember when I moved in you
The holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah (Leonard Cohen, "Hallelujah")
