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1952 Vincent Black Lightning
by Richard Thompson

Said Red Molly to James that's a fine motorbike,
A girl could feel special on any such like
Said James to Red Molly, well my hat's off to you
It's a Vincent Black Lightning, 1952
And I've seen you at the corners and cafes it seems
Red hair and black leather, my favourite colour scheme
And he pulled her on behind and down to Boxhill they did ride

Said James to Red Molly, here's a ring for your right hand
But I'll tell you in earnest I'm a dangerous man
I've fought with the law since I was seventeen
I robbed many a man to get my Vincent machine
Now I'm 21 years, I might make 22
And I don't mind dying, but for the love of you
And If fate should break my stride
I'll give you my Vincent to ride

Come down, come down, Red Molly, called Sergeant McRae
For they've taken young James adie for armed robbery
Shotgun blast hit his chest, left nothing inside
Come down, Red Molly to his dying bedside
When she came to the hospital, there wasn't much left
He was running out of road, he was running out of breath
But he smiled to see her cry
Said I'll give you my Vincent to ride

Said young James. in my opinion, there's nothing in this world
Beats a 52 Vincent and a red headed girl
Now Nortons and Indians and Greeves won't do
They don't have a soul like a Vincent 52
He reached for her hand and he slipped her the keys
He said I've got no further use for these
I see angels and ariels in leather and chrome
Swooping down from heaven to carry me home
He gave her one last kiss and died
And he gave her his Vincent to ride.

Dancing Virginia
by Jump, Little Children

your moon has come out tonight
round as crying eye
round as a ringlet of smoke
from your smoke signal sky
I am the oak and the maple
I have covered my roots
you are the dancing virginia
in black leather boots
come as the silver morning
come as the dragonfly
come as my sleeping sister
through the midnight sky

cover me with your fire's ashes
cover me with your midnight veil
cover me with your smokey river
cover me dancing virginia

there's a pain in my side
and it's killing me
there's a field of crows
now a black sea
and I have called upon the hills
and I have called upon the soil
and they have screamed in my ear
"where's your heart boy?"

chorus

your moon has come out tonight
round as crying eye
round as a ringlet of smoke
from your smoke signal sky
come as the silver morning
come as the dragonfly
come as my sleeping sister
through the midnight sky

chorus

cover me with you revelation
cover me with your sorrow's tale
cover me with your holy water
cover me dancing virginia
the gray elephant folds of adventure
the blue oasis of meditation
the feathered touch of a sleepy afternoon
beneath the tent of a palmetto haven
and I'm rising upwards from my feet
as children run side by side with their elation

Gypsy
by Suzanne Vega

You come from far away
With pictures in your eyes
Of coffeeshops and morning streets
In the blue and silent sunrise
But night is the cathedral
Where we recognized the sign
We strangers know each other now
As part of the whole design

Oh, hold me like a baby
That will not fall asleep
Curl me up inside you
And let me hear you through the heat

You are the jester of this courtyard
With a smile like a girl's
Distracted by the women
With the dimples and the curls
By the pretty and the mischievous
By the timid and the blessed
By the blowing skirts of ladies
Who promise to gather you to their breast

Oh, hold me like a baby...

You have hands of raining water
And that earring in your ear
The wisdom on your face
Denies the number of your years
With the fingers of the potter
And the laughing tale of the fool
The arranger of disorder
With your strange and simple rules
Yes now I've met me another spinner
Of strange and gauzy threads
With a long and slender body
And a bump upon the head

Oh, hold me like a baby...

With a long and slender body
And the sweetest softest hands
And we'll blow away forever soon
And go on to different lands
And please do not ever look for me
But with me you will stay
And you will hear yourself in song
Blowing by one day

Oh, hold me like a baby...

Shake Through To Ugly
by Rose Polenzani

I was told I was a wise man
by a woman I deceived.
And her lover thought me handsome;
He was not to be believed.
If I ever have a baby,
and I die an early death,
make sure she knows her mother,
word for word and breath for breath.

My life was full of mistakes,
since I pulled up the mandrake.

On the day of my recovery,
we were talking on the phone,
and my voice was full of secrets,
and my jaw was full of stone.
And I made you make the journey,
and I made you make the call,
and I crawled into my bedroom,
too scared to speak at all.

My heart was full of regret
as I gathered my debts.

Hey, was it the lamb
that I killed in the summer?
The night has hurt me again,
and I am bathed in dishonor.
Grip this stem of my history
and help me shake through to ugly.

What am I gonna do?
Said I'm gonna pray.
‘Who you gonna pray to?' she said,
‘Who's your God, anyway?'
Well, I could've said how dare you?
but I know, how dare I?
It was my weakness,
turned us into angry magi.

I had something to say,
but words won't make it okay.

Hey, was it the lamb
that I laid on the altar?
The night has hurt me again,
in the heart of my favorite summer.
Grip this stem of my history
and help me shake through to ugly.

Cross Bones Style
by Chan Marshall (Cat Power)

oh how time flies with crystal clear eyes
and cold as coal when your ending with diamond eyes
oh come child in a cross bones style
oh come child, come and rescue me
cause you have seen some unbelievable things
hater i have your diamond eyes and still
cause you have seen some unbelievable things
hater i have your diamonds
oh come child in a cross bones style
oh come child, come and rescue me
cause you have seen some unbelievalble things
hater i have your diamonds and still, so still
oh how time flies with crystal clear eyes
and cold as coal when your ending with diamond eyes
oh come child in a cross bones style
oh come child, come and rescue me
cause you have seen some unbelievable things

Dolphin
by Poe

There's a broken beam inside of the big big bridge
I guess that whole thing is caving in
Maybe it is time I learn how to swim
I'll be a dolphin, I'll be a dolphin

Sometimes I think I'm breaking down
And other times I think that I'm fine
But something got into my engine
It slowed me down
Now I gotta turn this whole thing around

I'm gonna be a dolphin
Gonna be a dolphin
I'm gonna be a dolphin
Gonna be a dolphin

There's not a lot I believe anymore
I mistrust everything I had been longing for
There's not a lot that I know anymore
But I know if a good bridge is burning

You gotta be a dolphin...You gotta be a dolphin
You gotta be a dolphin...You gotta be a dolphin

Sometimes I think you're crazy and sick
And other time I think you're so fine
But I know I'm in danger 'cause you feel like a stranger
And I know that something's going give

When I dive into that ocean
God I hope I don't sink like a stone -- no
I'm gonna move like a dolphin
There may be a lot I don't know about you
But I know if I don't swim
I'm already drowning
'Cause a broken bridge
Is a broken bridge
So I swim to you now
Here I come...Here I come
Here I come...Here I come
I'll be a dolphin

There's a broken beam inside of the big big bridge
I guess that this time I'll have swim (I'll swim...)

Kathy's Song
by Paul Simon

I hear the drizzle of the rain
Like a memory it falls
Soft and warm continuing
Tapping on my roof and walls.

And from the shelter of my mind
Through the window of my eyes
I gaze beyond the rain-drenched streets
To England where my heart lies.

My mind's distracted and diffused
My thoughts are many miles away
They lie with you when you're asleep
And kiss you when you start your day.

And as a song I was writing is left undone
I don't know why I spend my time
Writing songs I can't believe
With words that tear and strain to rhyme.

And so you see I have come to doubt
All that I once held as true
I stand alone without beliefs
The only truth I know is you.

And as I watch the drops of rain
Weave their weary paths and die
I know that I am like the rain
There but for the grace of you go I.

Midnight Rider
by Gregg Allman (Allman Brothers)

Well, I've got to run to keep from hiding,
And I'm bound to keep on riding.
And I've got one more silver dollar,
But I'm not gonna let them catch me, no,
Not gonna let 'em catch the Midnight Rider.

And I don't own the clothes I'm wearing,
And the road goes on forever,
And I've got one more silver dollar,
But I'm not gonna let them catch me, no
Not gonna let 'em catch the Midnight Rider.

And I've gone by the point of caring,
Some old bed I'll soon be sharing,
And I've got one more silver dollar,

repeat three times and fade
But I'm not gonna let 'em catch me, no
Not gonna let them catch the Midnight Rider.

Gulf War Song
by Moxy Früvous

We got a call to write a song about the war in the Gulf
But we shouldn't hurt anyone's feelings
So we tried, then gave up, 'cause there was no such song
But the trying was very revealing
What makes a person so poisonous righteous
That they'd think less of anyone who just disagreed?
She's just a pacifist, he's just a patriot
If I said you were crazy, would you have to fight me?

Fighters for liberty, fighters for power
Fighters for longer turns in the shower
Don't tell me I can't fight, 'cause I'll punch out your lights
And history seems to agree that I would fight you for me

So we read and we watched all the specially selected news
And we learned so much more 'bout the good guys
Won't you stand by the flag? Was the question unasked
Won't you join in and fight with the allies?
What could we say...we're only 25 years old?
With 25 sweet summers, and hot fires in the cold
This kind of life makes that violence unthinkable
We'd like to play hockey, have kids and grow old

Fighters for Texaco, fighters for power
Fighters for longer turns in the shower
Don't tell me I can't fight 'cause I'll punch out your lights
And history seems to agree that I would fight you for me
That us would fight them for we

He's just a peacenik and she's just a warhawk
That's where the beach was, that's where the sea
What could we say...we're only 25 years old?
And history seems to agree
that I would fight you for me
That us would fight them for we

Is that how it always will be?

Nightswimming
by Michael Stipe (R.E.M)

Nightswimming deserves a quiet night.
The photograph on the dashboard, taken years ago,
turned around backwards so the windshield shows.
Every streetlight reveals the picture in reverse.
Still, it's so much clearer.
I forgot my shirt at the water's edge.
The moon is low tonight.

Nightswimming deserves a quiet night.
I'm not sure all these people understand.
It's not like years ago,
The fear of getting caught,
of recklessness and water.
They cannot see me naked.
These things, they go away,
replaced by everyday.

Nightswimming, remembering that night.
September's coming soon.
I'm pining for the moon.
And what if there were two
Side by side in orbit
Around the fairest sun?
That bright, tight forever drum
could not describe nightswimming.

You, I thought I knew you.
You I cannot judge.
You, I thought you knew me,
this one laughing quietly underneath my breath.
Nightswimming.

The photograph reflects,
every streetlight a reminder.
Nightswimming deserves a quiet night, deserves a quiet night.

On the Turning Away
Pink Floyd

On the turning away
From the pale and downtrodden
And the words they say
Which we won't understand
"Don't accept that what's happening
Is just a case of others' suffering
Or you'll find that you're joining in
The turning away"
It's a sin that somehow
Light is changing to shadow
And casting it's shroud
Over all we have known
Unaware how the ranks have grown
Driven on by a heart of stone
We could find that we're all alone
In the dream of the proud
On the wings of the night
As the daytime is stirring
Where the speechless unite
In a silent accord
Using words you will find are strange
And mesmerised as they light the flame
Feel the new wind of change
On the wings of the night
No more turning away
From the weak and the weary
No more turning away
From the coldness inside
Just a world that we all must share
It's not enough just to stand and stare
Is it only a dream that there'll be
No more turning away?

Still Remains
Stone Temple Pilots

Our bed we live, our bed we sleep
making love and I become you
flesh is warm with naked feet
stabbing thorns and you become me...
oh, I'd beg for you, you know I'll beg for you.
she holds my hand we share a laugh,
sipping orange blossom breezes
love is still and sweat remains
a cherished gift unselfish feeling...
oh, I'd beg for you, you know I'll beg for you.
she tells me things, I listen well
drink the wine and save the water
skin is smooth, I steal a glance
dragon flies "er" gliding over...
oh, I'll beg for you - you know I'll beg for you

Pick a song and sing a yellow nectarine
take a bath, I'll drink the water that you leave
if you should die before me
ask if you could bring a friend
pick a flower, hold your breath
and drift away...

God's Presents
Blind Melon

Tongue tied, nerves as big as boulders
Why Mom, I thought I was your soldier
My brother sits by me
Buckled into the carseat

Feel the thirst, it's time for pulling over
Into the truckstop on my daddy's shoulder
Out back where they plant all the trees
ten feet away my daddy buries me

GOD'S PRESENTS

If my path be smooth or rugged
If with thorns or roses strewn
Where I go the Father seeith
And He will leave me not alone

If I take the wings of morning
far within the giant sea
Even there His hand will leave me
Even there my God will be

Though the gloom of night be round me
Though I cannot see my way
Yet the Lord will see and guide me
Because unto Him the night is day

If my thought are good or evil
Set me think to hide them not
there is one above all seeing
And He beholdth every thought

And ever more my eyes beholds me
And all my ways to Him are known
And His loving arms enfolds me
He will leave me not alone

both hands
ani difranco

i am walking
out in the rain
and i am listening to the low moan
of the dial tone again
and i am getting
nowhere with you
and i can't let it go
and i can't get through...
the old woman behind the pink curtains
and the closed door
on the first floor
she's listening through the air shaft
to see how long our swan song can last
and both hands
now use both hands
oh, no don't close your eyes
i am writing
graffitti on your body
i am drawing the story of
how hard we tried
i am watching your chest rise and fall
like the tides of my life,
and the rest of it all
and your bones have been my bedframe
and your flesh has been my pillow
i am waiting for sleep
to offer up the deep
with both hands
in each other's shadows we grew less and less tall
and eventually our theories couldn't explain it all
and i'm recording our history now on the bedroom wall
and eventually the landlord will come
and paint over it all
and i am walking
out in the rain
and i am listening to the low moan of the dial tone again
and i am getting nowhere with you
and i can't let it go
and i can't get though
so now use both hands
please use both hands
oh, no don't close your eyes
i am writing graffitti on your body
i am drawing the story of how hard we tried
hard we tried
how hard we tried

Three Imaginary Boys
The Cure

Walk across the garden
In the footsteps of my shadow
See the lights out
No-one's home
In amongst the statues
Stare at nothing in
The garden moves...
Can you help me?

Close my eyes
And hold so tightly
Scared of what the morning brings
Waiting for tomorrow
Never comes
Deep inside
The empty feeling
All the night time leaves me
Three imaginary boys

Slipping through the door
Hear my heart beat in the hallway
Echoes
Round and round
Inside my head
Drifting up the stairs
I see the steps behind me
Disappearing...
Can you help me?

Close my eyes
And hold so tightly
Scared of what the morning brings
Waiting for tomorrow
Never comes
Deep inside
The empty feeling
All the night time leaves me
Three imaginary boys sing in my
Sleep sweet child
The moon will change your mind...

See the cracked reflection
Standing still
Before the bedroom mirror
Over my shoulder
But no-one's there
Whispers in the silence
Pressing close behind me
Pressing close behind
Can you help me?

Can you help me?

Jindalee Jindalie
Masters of Reality

Jindalee jindalie
Look up to the morning sky
Jindalee jindalie

Falling into the wind
To an understanding sky
Right into the arms of your love
From the other side
Sing of all things blue
Sing of all things high
I sing sin to my jindalin ally

In a red chapel's room
Lay the bones of face
That the wind will never touch
Nor a tear ever grace
Now love cuts through rock
Like the crying of a dove
Can you hear the sweetness calling?
Oh my love

Jindalee jindalie
What do you see in the morning sky?
Jindalee jindalie

Sing of all things blue
Sing of all things high
To the kings who weep in the
Hurricanes eye

Jindalee jindalie
What do you see in the morning sky?
Jindalee jindalie

So in love with the time
In love with the place
In love with the wind