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get off your catwalk, i want you to talk, to be the seer instead of the seen.
There is a flower, a leaning tower, and all the wonders stand in between. i
Don't want to be another mystery, oh no, i don't want to see who's looking at
Me, oh no, i wanna be the one to feel the sun, oh whoa, so if you want to see
The world with me, let's go. the alligator, the god that made her, and all the
Creatures that got left behind, and mycenae, ave maria, and everything you
Gotta dig harder to find. i don't want to be a vapor of heavenly light,
Everybody guess if i'm an angel or sprite. i don't want to be another mystery,
Oh no, i don't want to see who's looking at me, oh no, i wanna be the one to
Feel the sun, oh whoa, so if you want to see the world wit hme, let's go. you
Could pursue it, hell i could do it, i'll just be quiet when i get angry and
Hurt, i'm stopping traffic, cinemagraphic, with my long black coat hanging down
In the dirt, and my hair clinging to my face in the rain, like a goddess from
The cult of be
Autiful pain, i do'nt want to be another mystery, i don't want to be another
Mystery, i could cut you off with a shoulder of stone, smoke all night and
Leave the party alone, screw myself with and inscrutable pout, but i just want
You to come and figure me out. i don't want to be another mystery, oh no, i
Don't want to see who's looking at me, oh no, i wanna be the one to feel the
Sun, oh whoa, so if you want to see the world with me, let's go. i don't want
To be another mystery. i don't want to be another mystery. . .

i'm sorry that i left you with your questions all alone, but i was too happy
Driving, and too angry to drive home, i was thinking about the easy courage of
My distant friends, saying i could let this bridge was hout and never make
Amends, can i blow this small town, make a big sound, like the start of a film
Noir postcard, can i just forget the frames i shared with you? and i can't
Believe what they're saying, they're saying i can change my mind, start over on
Spring street, i am welcome anytime. there are spring street storefront
Daisies floating on their neon stems, there are new shirts on the clothes
Racks, should i feel like one of them? i can find a small apartment where a
Struggling artist died, and pretend because i pay the rent i know that pain
Inside. yeah, let's watch the tour bus stop and tell us, "here's the scent of
A spring green life dream, take the best part, write it in your caffeine
Diary." and i can't believe what they're saying, they're saying i caan leave
Tonight, start over on sprin
G street, i am welcome anytime. this year april had a blizzard, just to show
She did not care, and the new dead leaves they made the trees look like
Children with gray hair, but i'll push myself up through the dirt and shake my
Petals free, i'm resolved to being born and so resigned to bravery, yeah that
One wwho leaves this also grieves this, too much rain on a prairie flood plain,
Houses floating, love is like that, we built on the river, yeah, and that's to
Say, yeah i'm leaving, but i don't have to go there, i don't have to go to
Spring street, cause it's spring everywhere

god of the poor man, this is how the day began, eight codefendants, i daniel
Berrigan, and only a layman's batch of napalm. we pulled the draft files out,
We burned them in the parking lod, better the files than the bodies of
Children. i had no right but, for the love of you. i had no right, but for
The love of you. many roads led here, walked with the suffering, tom in
Guatemala, philip in new orleans it's a long road from law to justice. i went
To vietnam, i went for peace, they dropped their bombs, right where my
Government knew i would be. i had no right, but for the love of you. i had no
Right, but for the love of you. and all my country saw were priests who broke
The law. first it was question, then it was a mission, how to be american, how
To be a christian, if the law is their cross, and the cross is burning.
Aaaaah--the love of you. aaaaah--the love of you. god of the just, i'll never
Win a peace prize, falling like jesus, now let the jury rise, it's all of us
Versus all that paper. they
Took the only way, they know who is on trial today, deliaver us unto each
Other this day-- i had no right, but for the love of you. i had no right but
For the love of you

i wonder if yoko ono ever thought of staying solo, if she thought of other men
And if she doubted john lennon, worring that he'd distract her art. sitting in
The apple sessions, giving john her music lessons, challenging the warring
Nations with her paper installations, did she guard her yoko human heart? well
They could talk about me, yeah they could talk about me, throw me to the velvet
Dogs of pop star history, but i won't be your yoko ono if you're not good
Enough for me. some will give their love for fasion, others trade their gold
For passion, i don't have the goods to start with, never had the reins to part
With, still i hope you'll take me seriously. cause i think i could go deep as
The sea of yoko, you don't know a person like me, i could sell your songs to
Nike, and for all you know, i could save your sould, as only true love can
Change your mine, make you leave your screaming fans behind. when john called
The wind and opera, making love with chakra, when he said her voice would
Carry, and when
He whispered old chuck berry, only then would yoko set him free. fame will
Come and vanish later, transcendental love is greater, i think if we had this
Somehow, we'd be feeling famous right now, we'd be saying love is all you
Need. and they could rag about me, yeah they could rag about me, throw me to
The velvet dogs of pop star history, but i won't be your yoko ono if you're not
Good enough for me, oh now i won't be your yoko ono if you're not good enough
For me.

the first part of every day for me is good, i've got the bus stop in my
Neighborhood, everything's on purpose, everywhere theygo, hiding in my car and
Running in the snow, running with the friends they'll know for years, i've seen
It all from here, from here. it happens every day, before they go to school,
They play until the bus drives up beside my lan, and there's always been a
Mother who waits till they are gone, then she turns away, happens every day.
Noon comes and turns this campus upside down, i watch the students in this
College town. you would think they're earefree, i have seen their trials,
Frowning into shakespeare and practicing their smiles, even underlining
Nabokov, when i am not in love, in love. it happens every day, with their
Journals and cafes, looking up at their reflections on the other wall, with
Every new idea, wondering if they've changed at all, then they turn away, it
Happens every day. life is as hard and as easy as they say, walking the staps
We've chosen on this day. some w
Ill be outrageous, some have rarely shown, some will walk like couples, some
Quite alone. as i think about the world i see, they stare and smile at me, at
Me. it happens every day, at the crossing of the street looking out to see
What's new and what is still the same, and the only word for lovei s
Everybody's name, and that will always stay, happens everyday. and every day
Will happen without you.