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Songwriters as Poets. ENGL 2030—Summer 2013 | Lavery. Imagine John Lennon
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Songwriters as Poets ENGL 2030—Summer 2013 | Lavery
Imagine John Lennon Imagine there's no heavenIt's easy if you tryNo hell below usAbove us only skyImagine all the peopleLiving for today...Imagine there's no countriesIt isn't hard to doNothing to kill or die forAnd no religion tooImagine all the peopleLiving life in peace... ENGL 2030—Summer 2013 | Lavery
Imagine [2] John Lennon You may say I'm a dreamerBut I'm not the only oneI hope someday you'll join usAnd the world will live as one ENGL 2030—Summer 2013 | Lavery
Desolation Row Bob Dylan They're selling postcards of the hangingThey're painting the passports brownThe beauty parlor is filled with sailorsThe circus is in townHere comes the blind commissionerThey've got him in a tranceOne hand is tied to the tight-rope walkerThe other is in his pantsAnd the riot squad they're restlessThey need somewhere to goAs Lady and I look out tonightFrom Desolation Row. ENGL 2030—Summer 2013 | Lavery
Desolation Row [2] Bob Dylan Cinderella, she seems so easy"It takes one to know one," she smilesAnd puts her hands in her back pocketsBette Davis styleAnd in comes Romeo, he's moaning"You belong to Me I Believe"And someone says, "You're in the wrong place, my friendYou better leave"And the only sound that's leftAfter the ambulances goIs Cinderella sweeping upOn Desolation Row. ENGL 2030—Summer 2013 | Lavery
Desolation Row [3] Bob Dylan Now the moon is almost hiddenThe stars are beginning to hideThe fortunetelling ladyHas even taken all her things insideAll except for Cain and AbelAnd the hunchback of Notre DameEverybody is making loveOr else expecting rainAnd the Good Samaritan, he's dressingHe's getting ready for the showHe's going to the carnival tonightOn Desolation Row.Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the windowFor her I feel so afraid ENGL 2030—Summer 2013 | Lavery
Desolation Row [4] Bob Dylan On her twenty-second birthdayShe already is an old maidTo her, death is quite romanticShe wears an iron vestHer profession's her religionHer sin is her lifelessnessAnd though her eyes are fixed uponNoah's great rainbowShe spends her time peekingInto Desolation Row.Einstein, disguised as Robin HoodWith his memories in a trunkPassed this way an hour agoWith his friend, a jealous monkHe looked so immaculately frightfulAs he bummed a cigarette ENGL 2030—Summer 2013 | Lavery
Desolation Row [5] Bob Dylan Then he went off sniffing drainpipesAnd reciting the alphabetYou would not think to look at himBut he was famous long agoFor playing the electric violinOn Desolation Row.Dr. Filth, he keeps his worldInside of a leather cupBut all his sexless patientsThey're trying to blow it upNow his nurse, some local loserShe's in charge of the cyanide holeAnd she also keeps the cards that read"Have Mercy on His Soul" ENGL 2030—Summer 2013 | Lavery
Desolation Row [6] Bob Dylan They all play on penny whistlesYou can hear them blowIf you lean your head out far enoughFrom Desolation Row.Across the street they've nailed the curtainsThey're getting ready for the feastThe Phantom of the OperaIn a perfect image of a priestThey're spoonfeeding CasanovaTo get him to feel more assuredThen they'll kill him with self-confidenceAfter poisoning him with wordsAnd the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls"Get outa here if you don't know"Casanova is just being punished for goingTo Desolation Row. ENGL 2030—Summer 2013 | Lavery
Desolation Row [7] Bob Dylan At midnight all the agentsAnd the superhuman crewCome out and round up everyoneThat knows more than they doThen they bring them to the factoryWhere the heart-attack machineIs strapped across their shouldersAnd then the keroseneIs brought down from the castlesBy insurance men who goCheck to see that nobody is escapingTo Desolation Row. ENGL 2030—Summer 2013 | Lavery
Desolation Row [8] Bob Dylan Praise be to Nero's NeptuneThe Titanic sails at dawnEverybody's shouting"Which side are you on ?"And Ezra Pound and T. S. EliotFighting in the captain's towerWhile calypso singers laugh at themAnd fishermen hold flowersBetween the windows of the seaWhere lovely mermaids flowAnd nobody has to think too muchAbout Desolation Row. ENGL 2030—Summer 2013 | Lavery
Desolation Row [9] Bob Dylan Yes, I received your letter yesterdayAbout the time the door knob brokeWhen you asked me how I was doingWas that some kind of joke ?All these people that you mentionYes, I know them, they're quite lameI had to rearrange their facesAnd give them all another nameRight now I can't read too goodDont send me no more letters noNot unless you mail themFrom Desolation Row. ENGL 2030—Summer 2013 | Lavery
Thunder Road Bruce Springsteen The screen door slams, Mary's dress wavesLike a vision she dances across the porch as the radio playsRoy Orbison singing for the lonelyHey, that's me and I want you onlyDon't turn me home again, I just can't face myself alone againDon't run back inside, darling, you know just what I'm here forSo you're scared and you're thinking that maybe we ain't that young anymoreShow a little faith, there's magic in the nightYou ain't a beauty but, hey, you're alrightOh, and that's alright with me ENGL 2030—Summer 2013 | Lavery
Thunder Road Bruce Springsteen [2] You can hide 'neath your covers and study your painMake crosses from your lovers, throw roses in the rainWaste your summer praying in vainFor a savior to rise from these streetsWell now, I ain't no hero, that's understoodAll the redemption I can offer, girl, is beneath this dirty hoodWith a chance to make it good somehowHey, what else can we do now?Except roll down the window and let the wind blow back your hairWell, the night's busting open, these two lanes will take us anywhereWe got one last chance to make it realTo trade in these wings on some wheelsClimb in back, heaven's waiting on down the tracks ENGL 2030—Summer 2013 | Lavery
Thunder Road Bruce Springsteen [3] Oh oh, come take my handWe're riding out tonight to case the promised landOh ohohoh, Thunder RoadOh, Thunder Road, oh, Thunder RoadLying out there like a killer in the sunHey, I know it's late, we can make it if we runOh ohohoh, Thunder RoadSit tight, take hold, Thunder RoadWell, I got this guitar and I learned how to make it talkAnd my car's out back if you're ready to take that long walkFrom your front porch to my front seatThe door's open but the ride ain't freeAnd I know you're lonely for words that I ain't spokenBut tonight we'll be free, all the promises'll be broken ENGL 2030—Summer 2013 | Lavery
Thunder Road Bruce Springsteen [4] There were ghosts in the eyes of all the boys you sent awayThey haunt this dusty beach road in the skeleton frames of burned-out ChevroletsThey scream your name at night in the streetYour graduation gown lies in rags at their feetAnd in the lonely cool before dawnYou hear their engines rolling onBut when you get to the porch, they're gone on the windSo Mary, climb inIt's a town full of losers, I'm pulling out of here to win ENGL 2030—Summer 2013 | Lavery
Circle Game Joni Mitchell Yesterday a child came out to wonderCaught a dragonfly inside a jarFearful when the sky was full of thunderAnd tearful at the falling of a starAnd the seasons they go round and roundAnd the painted ponies go up and downWe're captive on the carousel of timeWe can't return we can only lookBehind from where we cameAnd go round and round and roundIn the circle game ENGL 2030—Summer 2013 | Lavery
Circle Game [2] Joni Mitchell Then the child moved ten times round the seasonsSkated over ten clear frozen streamsWords like when you're older must appease himAnd promises of someday make his dreamsAnd the seasons they go round and roundAnd the painted ponies go up and downWe're captive on the carousel of timeWe can't return we can only lookBehind from where we cameAnd go round and round and roundIn the circle game ENGL 2030—Summer 2013 | Lavery
Circle Game [3] Joni Mitchell Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone nowCartwheels turn to car wheels thru the townAnd they tell him take your time it won't be long nowTill you drag your feet to slow the circles downAnd the seasons they go round and roundAnd the painted ponies go up and downWe're captive on the carousel of timeWe can't return we can only lookBehind from where we cameAnd go round and round and roundIn the circle game ENGL 2030—Summer 2013 | Lavery
Circle Game [4] Joni Mitchell So the years spin by and now the boy is twentyThough his dreams have lost some grandeur coming trueThere'll be new dreams maybe better dreams and plentyBefore the last revolving year is throughAnd the seasons they go round and roundAnd the painted ponies go up and downWe're captive on the carousel of timeWe can't return we can only lookBehind from where we cameAnd go round and round and roundIn the circle gameAnd go round and round and roundIn the circle game ENGL 2030—Summer 2013 | Lavery