You'll find God in the church of your choice, you'll find Woody Guthrie in the Brooklyn State Hospital.
Everything in New Orleans is a good idea. Bijou temple-type cottages and lyric cathedrals side by side. Houses and mansions, structures of wild grace. Italianate, Gothic, Romanesque, Greek Revival standing in a long line in the rain. Roman Catholic art. Sweeping front porches, turrets, cast-iron balconies, colonnades- 30-foot columns, gloriously beautiful- double pitched roofs, all the architecture of the whole wide world and it doesn't move.
Gold will never free your father, the price, my dear, is you instead.
Wiggle 'til you're high, wiggle 'til you're higher, wiggle 'til you vomit fire.
Is your money that good, will it buy you forgiveness?
You walk into the room like a camel and then put your eyes in your pockets and your nose on the ground.
A cork screw to my heart, ever since we've been apart.
Crimson flames tied through my ears rolling high and mighty traps, pounced with fire on flaming roads using ideas as my maps.
The rifleman's stalking the sick and the lame, preacherman seeks the same, who'll get there first is uncertain.
As he weeps to wicked birds of prey, who pick up on his bread crumb sins, and there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden.
Lord knows I've paid my dues getting through, tangled up in blue.
God is in heaven, and we all want what's his. But power and greed and corruptible seed seem to be all that there is.
You say you're looking for someone who'll pick you up each time you fall, to gather flowers constantly and to come each time you call, a lover your life and nothing more. But it ain't me, babe.
She took off her wheel, took off her bell, took off her wig, said, how do I smell? I hot footed it barenaked out the window.
Shakespeare, he's in the alley with his pointed shoes and his bells, speaking to some French girl who says she knows me well.
You use to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat, who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat.
It will scramble your head and drag your brain about, sometimes you gotta do like Elvis did and shoot the damn thing out.
One was Texas medicine, the other was just railroad gin, and like a fool I mixed them.
Madonna, she still has not showed, we see this empty cage now corrode, where her cape of the stage once had flowed, the fiddler he now steps to the road, on the back of the fish truck that loads, while my conscience explodes.
You hurt the ones that I love best and cover up the truth with lies. One day you'll be in the ditch, flies buzzin' around your eyes.
If I had the stars from the darkest night and the diamonds from the deepest ocean, I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss, for that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin'.
How can the life of such a man be in the palm of some fools hand?
Take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship.
I was lookin' high an' low for them Reds everywhere, I was lookin' in the sink an' underneath the chair. I looked way up my chimney hole, I even looked deep inside my toilet bowl.
With great lawyers you have discussed lepers and crooks, you've been through all of F. Scott Fitzgerald's books.
"America was founded on the backs of slaves."
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