Favorite Song Lyric Excerpts

I'm too lazy to give real poetry a try, so my poetry has always been in lyrics. While most would say they are not poetry, I would say they speak to me anyway. Here are some of my favorites.....the ones that are rewound and rewound on the cassette player.

"When I was 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.
I have become comfortably numb."

"Devil and the deep blue sea behind me.
Vanish in the air you'll never find me.
I will turn your face to alabaster.
When you find your servant is your master.
You'll be wrapped around my finger."

"You know after all this time out here my friends, after all these many miles rolling around,
You might think that a grown man such as myself , would someday face up to reality.
But no no, no no, no!
There's somewhere deep deep down inside of me, somewhere close to the bone baby.
Comes a wee small voice, that says 'come to me'.
The voice says Jame-oh, Stringbean. The voice says Spaceman, you still can be whatcha wanna be,
And I wanna be a Sssssssss.......
And I wanna be a Ssssssssteamroller, baby."

"My uncle has a country place, that no one knows about.
He says it used to be a farm, before the motor law.
Now on Sundays I elude the eyes, and hop the turbine freight.
To far outside the wire, where my white-haired uncle waits......
...Suddenly ahead of me, across the mountainside,
A gleaming alloy air-car shoots towards me two lanes wide.
I spin around with shrieking tires, to run the deadly race
Go screaming through the valley as another joins the chase..."

"And the men who hold high places, must be the ones who start,
To mold a new reality, closer to the heart.
Blacksmith and the artist, reflected in their art,
They forge their creativity, closer to the heart.
Philosophers and ploughmen, each must know his part,
To sow a new mentality, closer to the heart....."

"Pray for the forests, pray for the trees,
Pray for the fish, and the deep blue sea.
Pray for yourself, and for God’s sake, say one for me--
poor wretched unbeliever."

"Move yourself
You always live your life
Never thinking of the future
Prove yourself
You are the move you make
Take your chances win or loser...
...Be yourself
Give your free will a chance
You've got to want to succeed"

"I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand
Walking thru the streets of Soho in the rain
He was looking for the place called Lee Ho Fook's
Going to get himself a big dish of beef chow mein"

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