Can you give
Your heart
To another
Without
Can you live
Under death
When another
Will steal your breath

We danced along the hillside
She held onto herself
Still we danced along the hillside
I think she needed my help

Can you give
Anything
To another
Afraid to sing
Can you make
a slave a king
Or give a beggar
A diamond ring

We danced along the hillside
She held onto herself
Still we danced along the hillside
I think I needed her help

Can you kill
A shadow thief
With a plastic knife
Or with relief
Can you cure
Stolen grief
From a soul
It's underneath
Can you love
In spite of fear
Can you make it
Back from here
Can you give
Yourself away
Or will you always
Be this way

We danced along the hillside
I hung onto myself
Still we danced along the hillside
I think she needed my help
I think I needed her help
I think she needed my help
I think I needed her help

We were holy nights
Lit up pretty good on the big streets
You were the king of Cleveland
Playing blues in the back seats
From biker bars to limousines
You had a manager as pretty as she was mean
And I was in high school
Just checking out your scene
In the half life
But you had the flesh
And she had the knife
Yeah you had the flesh
And she had the knife

She said
C c c cause you are
A superstar
I will cut you
She said
C c c cause you are
A superstar
I will cut you (and she cut you)

The king of Cleveland
Fell with a thud
A heart as big as the ocean
just sank in the mud
of suffering and alcohol
you smoked a joint every time she would call
burning it down
until you did fall
and just kept falling
in the dirty east
everyone feeding
Until you find out you’re the feast
And everyone’s bleeding
The hallelujah son
The Holy Spirit undressing you in front of everyone
And hollow girls blooming over your shoulder until you are done
Erasing your past
A crystal falling into glass
A house of love
A flashing light
With crazy rain
Comes the crazier night
The king of Cleveland
Waking up in the half life
And maybe she has the flesh
And you have the knife
Yeah maybe she has the flesh and you have the knife
But

She says
C c c cause you are
A superstar
I will cut you
Yeah she says
C c c cause you are
A superstar
I will cut you (and she cut you)


We were holy knights
Lit up pretty good on the big streets
You were the king of Cleveland
Playing blues in the back seats
From biker bars to limousines
You had a manager as pretty as she was mean
And I was in high school
Just checking out your scene
And we were only half right
Sweeping up bones
Past the blind sight
In the half life
You had the flesh
And she had the knife
Yeah you had the flesh
And she had the knife
Yeah you had the flesh
She had the knife
You had the flesh
She had the knife
Yeah you had the flesh
And she had the knife

In an old light
I see you there
And I know we're real
And if confusion
tears us down
I know we'll come back around

It's all on
Lost signs
It's all on
Lost signs

In the ocean
Of our love
Only drowning men survive
But if you hide me
In your room
Would I still be as alive?

It's all on
Lost signs
It's all on
Lost signs

You're the angel
I know somehow
Helps me sing
And you're the virgin
Pregnant now
With the baby king

It's all on
Lost signs
It's all on
Lost signs

She gives you dust inside your fingers and plays your strings
She moves with lust on the shadows of empty things
She wants you home for the supper and maybe love
You take a down she takes an upper and saves the dove

She says you lack imagination
Answers your fear
And gives you love inside your shadow
Answers you clear
She says give up now surrender
And holds your hands
Holds them up over your shoulder
And makes demands

It's ok to be young
Pretty soon
You'll be gone
You'll be gone
It's ok to be gone
Pretty soon you'll be young you'll be young

She is a nighttime always bleeding
Into light
She is the love you always need
To be right
She is the walk
You’re always walking
In the dark
She is the end that's always coming
Like a spark

She lifts you up to the heavens
But then you fall
And when you think that you could reach her
You here the call
The voice unknown
Is it a shadow?
Is it a fog?
A voice so far just keeps barking
Like some dog

She puts her dust under your fingers
And plays your strings
Then moves with lust under shadows
Of empty things
She says you lack imagination
As you dream her there
She holds your heart like a candle
Burning near

She's like the nighttime always bleeding
Into the light
She's like the love you always need
To be right
She says give up now surrender
With empty hands
You hold them up over your shoulder
As she commands

It's ok to be young
Before long you'll be gone you'll be gone
It's ok to be gone
Before long you'll be young you'll be young

To turn on the sound of each other
To come up from the underground
To no longer be buried alive or a zombie
But to feel ourselves again
As we did when we were children
Running down black and white streets with electric imaginations

I see you here
Locked outside
I want you in
Come inside
I've been lost
A scattered ghost
No kind being
A shadow host
You my guest
I haunt you now
You the best
Still here somehow
Love and light and sin again
Our limitations
Breathe us in
And breathe us out
Swallowed whole
No salvation
Found below
Or in the head
Or in the soul
Wandering always
Takes its toll
London Paris New York you
All the cities
We been too
And back and forth
And here and there
All to say
I really care
And see your moon
And see your glow
The way you walk
And what you show
And what you don't
And what you hide
Sometimes you’re gone
And still inside

Give love
To the clouds
Let it rain
On all the crowds
Let it soak
In everyone
Let it choke
Their need to run
Be the freedom
You want to see
You want to feel
You want to free
Free the freedom
Trapped for now
Free the freedom
And show me how

Make believers
In the sky
In the earth
Pass us by
Mother father
Slave and king
All of us
Should finally sing
Freedom freedom
All around
Freedom freedom
Falling down
Freedom freedom
Under love
Freedom freedom
Up above
Freedom freedom
Me and you
Freedom freedom
Red and blue
White and black
Yellow grey
Take it all
To give away
Freedom in
Freedom out
In a whisper
Freedom shout
Freedom head
Freedom soul
Bury freedom
In a hole
Watch it grow
Manifest
Everyday
You arrest
Freedom locked
In a cage
Swallowed keys
The turning page
In the eyes
The leper sage
In the broom
Sweeping rage
Freedom need
Freedom cure
Give us dreams
Make us pure
Make us you
In the sea
Give us wealth
Make us free
Free the freedom
That you'd be
If you could
Get yourself free
Free the freedom
That you'd be
If you could
Get yourself free

Goodnight song
Hold on
To yer. Crutch
Yer genius only deviates so much
colored balls falling out of the sky
And baby octopus allover the underground (cry)
Crawling in communities
In the sewers of big cities
Bass drums beat from car windows
(for the pretties)
In the nuclear distance
Sleepers sleep with dreams of you
Go hard into yer life
(go hard in follow thru)
Love it for what it is
(For what are mine, hers, and his)

Love it til it is the magnificence you desire
Make it so
(Like diamonds in a fire)
Believe it so
So shall it be
(the window to yer soul
so clear and free)

This lesson took me forever and often I fail
But often I don't
(the wind in the sail)
And the evolution of soul body and spirit is clear
The machine that is man
(the dream that is fear)
Transforms
Grows up
Turns into dust over and over again
And then back into flesh
Born again (a new friend)
Renewed somehow better than before
Rising like an ancient bird from flames (the beast walks out the door)
Purified and vital
Complete in imperfection
(no longer suicidal)
Ready to swoop down
And try again for the dream
And give all the rest to the king!

I have no service
Riding back left
Thru the rain
Our van/magic bus
Is yellow
The wipers battling rain as grey covers everything
Even the green fields now yellow from cold
Even the sleepers twitching in dreams
Even road signs and cars passing thru oblivio. Passing
Spinning wheels on the way to the nucleus
Dogma burst horn thrusts the programming of mind
Play the guitar
Eat a biscuit
Watch this life zoom thru you
Unstoppable by rain or heat or voices of dissent
Or angry women
Or bats wishing they were vampires
This life lives thru you as much as you live thru it
Try to avoid starting wars and unite with the witness

I have no service
Just a black seat against my knees
And a too busy head whipping tirades of despair
And why shouldn't I know
No one cares
People envy yer willingness to live
To lead
To take a beating
To give something more
To push the form
So that others may receive glory
After yer throat has been cut and yer creations pissed on

And yet to make it
All the way back to the time when as a child
You observed yerself from a place way up in the sky
When you realized that you were not you but rather some kinda myth or fabrication going thru stations
To help oblivion along with her cause
I have no service
I had no service then
But for a moment I found freedom
And now here I find it again
A vehicle I. A vehicle
A dream withdrawing into itself
Condensing consciousness into form and bleeding sex thru glass eyes and propane
And think of the dream of Jesus
(I have no service)
The epic size of what he imagined
How could something so big be so real and live forever?
What have we done to deserve this?
Maybe all our dreams are that epic
Or maybe we are bored with no service riding in a van thru the rain of grey takeover

All the trees are bare
I wish I could talk to Jesus right now
And not as prayer or in my mind
But brother to real brother
I would ask him
To make his dream mine
And then I would try and disappear

Kandinsky is in my room
So is Edgar Allen
The shadows dream in color
And that is their final revenge
When we go under
It's nothing but art deco black and white
Andy Warhol submarines
Frying fish of the ages
But shadows they dream rainbows
Shadows are red inside
Shadows cave into fountains of color when we close and avert our eyes
Shadows recognize our poverty
And even pray over us
With minds full of grey
And rapid eyes scanning the bottom of the ocean
Kandinsky is in my room
Smoking a brown cigarette and I ignore him and read my orange book
Until suddenly he says ‘hey’
And as I look up
He turns into shadow
So that the cigarette falls
And the smoke rises slow
Filling the space where his body once was