Imitate that soured old song There is no individuality Only guises Shades of Nonconformity There is no individuality Selling vantage points Low rate There is no individuality Questions ancient No words claimed Perform motions borrowed Thoughts following Ima tima ima tima intima Dation Respec...

Science Is truth for life Watch religion fall obsolete Science Will be truth for life Technology as nature Science Truth for life In fortran tongue the Answer With wealth and prominence Man so near perfection Possession It's an absence of interim Secure no demurer Defense against divine Defe...

Well they left then in the morning, a hundred pairs of wings in the light moved together. In the colors of the morning I looked to the clouds in the cirrus sky and they'd gone. Across the marshes, across the fields below. I fell through the vines and I hoped they would catch me below. If...

Greta's cedar hope chest Is full of pamphlets Glass shelves of romantic vignettes A journal laced with sedimentary prose Norma gathers and collects vintage photoplays Hair combs valentines Lillian allows the animals to scratch Leather crack Mail collect in the box coatings peel Agnes veiled ...

On bended knee I've looked through every window then. Touched the bottom, the night a sleepless day instead; a day when love came, came easy like what's lost now found. Beneath a blinding light that would surround. CHORUS: We were, we were, we were, we were without, In doubt, We ...

I'm so addicted* To the lovin that you're feeding to me Can't do without it This feeling's got me weak in the knees Body's in withdrawal Everytime you take it away Can't you hear me callin' Begging you to come out and play? So baby come to me Show me who you are Sweet to me Li...

I saw a big star running from me, a world from a record on my bed. Turn the tables on me, what would happen if I fell to the tune of a dreamer, to the tune of my heart? A big start running from me, I saw a world out sunning on my head. Turn the tables on me now. I would fall from hea...

The still and silence is torn with violence. A loud breaking sound in the night is made. Hear it grow, hear it fade. The sound you're hearing, the sound you're fearing is the hate that parades up and down our streets, coming within bounds and within reach. Now, inside the place w...

"My, how you've grown." I remember that phrase from my childhood days too. "Just wait and see." I remember those words and how they chided me, when patient was the hardest thing to be. Because we can't make up for the time that we've lost, I must let these memories provide. No little g...

[ music: Natalie Merchant/lyric: Natalie Merchant ] wide open falsehood the clan destine truths rival till the end in a series of duels pardon the drapery language I choose Waltz in Vienna has taught me to use every tall room a fiction leather bound treasure books up to the...

The still and silence is torn with violence. A loud breaking sound in the night is made. Hear it grow, hear it fade. The sound you're hearing, the sound you're fearing is the hate that parades up and down our streets, coming within bounds and within reach. Now, inside the place w...

These are the days you'll remember. Never before and never since, I promise, will the whole world be warm as this. And as you feel it, you'll know it's true that you are blessed and lucky. It's true that you are touched by something that will grow and bloom in you. These are the days...

Trouble me, disturb me with all your cares and you worries. Trouble me on the days when you feel spent. Why let your shoulders bend underneath this burden when my back is sturdy and strong? Trouble me. Speak to me, don't mislead me, the calm I feel means a storm is swelling; there's ...

Hey Jack Kerouac, I think of your mother and the tears she cried, she cried for none other than her little boy lost in our little world that hated and that dared to drag him down. Her little boy courageous who chose his words from mouths of babes got lost in the wood. The hip flask slingin...

Over your shoulder, please don't mind me if my eyes have fallen onto your magazine for I've been watching and wondering why your face is changing with every line you read. All those lines and circles, to me, a mystery. Eve pull down the apple and give taste to me. If she would be wonderful, ...

That summer fields grew high with foxglove stalks and ivy. Wild apple blossoms everywhere. Emerald green like none I have seen apart from dreams that escape me. There was no girl as warm as you. How I've learned to please, to doubt myself in need, you'll never, you'll never know. T...

Detroit to D.C. night train, Capitol, parts East. Lone young man takes a seat. And by the rhythm of the rails, reading all his mother's mail from a city boy in a jungle town postmarked Saigon. He'll go live his mother's dream, join the slowest parade he'll ever see. Her weight of sorrows...

That young boy without a name I'd know his face. In this city the kid's my favorite. I've seen him. I see him every day. Seen him run outside looking for a place to hide from his father, the kid half naked and said to myself "O, what's the matter here?" I'm tired of the excuses everbody uses...

He fills the flower vases, trims the candle bases, takes small change from the poor box. Tyler has the key. He takes nail and hammer to tack up the banner of felt scraps glued together reading, "Jesus Lives In Me." Alone in the night he mocks the words of the preacher: "God is feeling yo...