"a jester's promenade"

Well, I wake up in the morning
Fold my hands and pray for rain
I got a head full of ideas
That are drivin' me insane
It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.

When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown
The dream is gone

When the still sea conspires an armor
And her sullen and aborted
Currents breed tiny monsters
True sailing is dead
Awkward instant
And the first animal is jettisoned
Legs furiously pumping
Their stiff green gallop
And heads bob up
Poise
Delicate
Pause
Consent
In mute nostril agony
Carefully refined
And sealed over

Why do you stare
Do you think that I care?
You've been misled
By the thoughts in your head

Your words waste and decay
Nothing you say
Reaches my ears anyway
You never spoke a word of truth

Why do you think
I believe what you said
Few of your words
Ever enter my head

I'm tired of hypocrite freaks
With tongues in their cheeks
Turning their eyes as they speak
They make me sick and tired

Are you confused
To the point in your mind
Though you're blind
Can't you see you're wrong
Won't you refuse
To be used
Even though you may know
I can see you're wrong
Please, please, please open their eyes
Please, please, please don't give me lies

I ruled all of the earth
Witnessed my birth
Cried at the sight of a man
And still I don't know who I am

Are you confused
To the point in your mind
Though you're blind
Can't you see you're wrong
Won't you refuse
To be used
Even though you may know
I can see you're wrong
Please, please, please open their eyes
Please, please, please don't give me lies

I've seen paupers as kings
Puppets on strings
Dance for the children who stare
You must have seen them everywhere

Now some men like a fishin'
But some men like the fowlin'
Some men like to hear,
To hear the cannonball roarin'
Me, I like sleepin',

Originally posted by robbie carrobie
Now some men like a fishin'
But some men like the fowlin'
Some men like to hear,
To hear the cannonball roarin'
Me, I like sleepin',

whiskey in the jar...
an olde traditional irish tune, right???
i like the thin lizzy version...

I don't wanna pickle,
I jus' wanna ride my motor-sickle.

the sounds of rending metal, and burning rubber,
i catch my breath, and ask for another

i would rather be hungry than full...

The rag - man draws circles, up and down the block
I'd ask him what the matter was, but I know that he don't talk
And the ladies treat me kindly, and they furnish me with tape
But deep inside my heart, I know I can't escape.

Only Bob could have written it....

Here's another verse from the same song, if I remember it right...

The rain man gave me two cures, and he said 'jump right in'
One was Texas medicine, the other was just railroad Gin
And like a fool I mixed them, and it strangled up my mind
Now people just get uglier, and I have no sense of time.

Originally posted by rookie54
whiskey in the jar...
an olde traditional irish tune, right???
i like the thin lizzy version...

yes 😀

Well I was drunk the day my mom got out of prison
And I went to pick her up in the rain
But before I could get to the station in a pickup truck
She got run'd over by a damned old train

i'd kiss your photograph,
but i know that you'd laugh...

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs
That voices never share
And no one dare
Disturb the sound of silence