<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20429681</id><updated>2024-03-06T22:19:20.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyrics Of My Youth</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsofmyyouth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20429681/posts/default?alt=atom'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsofmyyouth.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Journey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10989732113484509912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20429681.post-113622221019677337</id><published>2006-05-02T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T04:37:14.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sound, Followed</title><content type='html'>In the night, I have followed&lt;br /&gt;A Sound, I have followed&lt;br /&gt;Away, I have followed it long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the dark, I have wandered&lt;br /&gt;Seeking what I once heard&lt;br /&gt;Away, I have sought it so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gentle rhythm that carries me&lt;br /&gt;Rhythm won&#39;t set me free&lt;br /&gt;I have been captive so long, so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhythm keeps tempting me&lt;br /&gt;To touch that sound I cannot see&lt;br /&gt;I have been groping so long, so long&lt;br /&gt;I have been groping so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I&#39;m doomed to follow&lt;br /&gt;All my days, doomed to follow&lt;br /&gt;A restless song bourne on the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the night, I have followed&lt;br /&gt;A Sound, I have followed&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest sound that I&#39;ve ever heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~~~~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From 1974 (Maybe)&lt;/em&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20429681/posts/default/113622221019677337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20429681/posts/default/113622221019677337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsofmyyouth.blogspot.com/2006/05/sound-followed.html' title='Sound, Followed'/><author><name>The Journey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10989732113484509912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20429681.post-113655275706116408</id><published>2006-04-06T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T04:38:17.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bethel Island</title><content type='html'>Tryin to find my way to Bethel Island&lt;br /&gt;Someone once told me it was nice&lt;br /&gt;Though I don’t know how to get there&lt;br /&gt;I think if I head north I’ll be all right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadows growing taller&lt;br /&gt;Fall across the dusty roadside&lt;br /&gt;While twilight thumbs a ride home&lt;br /&gt;To his summer bride&lt;br /&gt;Nightime paints the concrete fields&lt;br /&gt;With magic velvet darkness&lt;br /&gt;And with her sweeping hands&lt;br /&gt;She makes my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They tell me a river flows around the island&lt;br /&gt;That it has no beginning and no end&lt;br /&gt;There are golden trees with golden leaves&lt;br /&gt;And endless golden days&lt;br /&gt;I’m headed there&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know where&lt;br /&gt;My heart will find the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunrise calls softly now&lt;br /&gt;To wake me from my slumber&lt;br /&gt;Warm and dappled sunlight fills my mind&lt;br /&gt;And if morning is my lover&lt;br /&gt;Then I shall need no other&lt;br /&gt;I shall need no other&lt;br /&gt;All of my days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From March 1973&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bethel Island, CA, in the Sacramento River Delta is a real place.&lt;/em&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20429681/posts/default/113655275706116408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20429681/posts/default/113655275706116408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsofmyyouth.blogspot.com/2006/04/bethel-island.html' title='Bethel Island'/><author><name>The Journey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10989732113484509912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20429681.post-113621837988011627</id><published>2006-04-02T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T04:38:50.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Could</title><content type='html'>If I&#39;d some money I would buy&lt;br /&gt;Drums and flutes, rings and shiny things&lt;br /&gt;If I&#39;d a hammer I would build&lt;br /&gt;A house on the hill that overlooks the meadow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And each morning just before sunrise&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;d walk to the field to touch the sleeping flowers&lt;br /&gt;Let the dew drops wash away my sadness&lt;br /&gt;And dawn kiss, dawn kiss my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could I&#39;d look where I&#39;m going&lt;br /&gt;If I had time I&#39;d look behind&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;d learn the things I think are worth knowing&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn&#39;t waste my life being unkind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he were only somewhere near me&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;d bring him flowers, picked wild from the field&lt;br /&gt;If I&#39;d some sense I&#39;d say I loved him&lt;br /&gt;And stay with him, stay with him a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could I&#39;d look where I&#39;m going&lt;br /&gt;If I had time I&#39;d look behind&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;d learn the things I think are worth knowing&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn&#39;t waste my life being unkind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I&#39;d some money I would buy&lt;br /&gt;Drums and flutes, rings and shiny things&lt;br /&gt;Id I&#39;d a hammer I would build&lt;br /&gt;A house on the hill that overlooks the meadow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~~~~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From October 1971&lt;/em&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20429681/posts/default/113621837988011627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20429681/posts/default/113621837988011627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsofmyyouth.blogspot.com/2006/04/if-i-could.html' title='If I Could'/><author><name>The Journey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10989732113484509912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20429681.post-114308089270952077</id><published>2006-03-22T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T18:31:25.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stormy</title><content type='html'>The morning is suspended by a single silver string&lt;br /&gt;And wrapped around with dew drops fallen&lt;br /&gt;From the crowns of kings&lt;br /&gt;The river is a crystal road&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the world&#39;s end&lt;br /&gt;Stormy, won&#39;t you come with me&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m aching to begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stormy, Stormy, Stormy, won&#39;t you trust me&lt;br /&gt;Stormy, Stormy, Stormy, won&#39;t you trust me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a thousand faces but no name I call my own&lt;br /&gt;The words I now sing to you&lt;br /&gt;Are the only truth I&#39;ve known&lt;br /&gt;Written deep in heaven&#39;s vault&lt;br /&gt;Before creation&#39;s light&lt;br /&gt;Stormy, if you&#39;ll look at me&lt;br /&gt;Those words are yours tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stormy, Stormy, Stormy, won&#39;t you trust me&lt;br /&gt;Stormy, Stormy, Stormy, won&#39;t you trust me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all my yesterdays are made into a strand of pearls&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I&#39;ll claim a treasure&lt;br /&gt;On the far side of the world&lt;br /&gt;But the sea that lies before now&lt;br /&gt;Is filled with tears of men&lt;br /&gt;Stormy, won&#39;t you laugh with me&lt;br /&gt;I want to be your friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stormy, Stormy, Stormy, won&#39;t you trust me&lt;br /&gt;Stormy, Stormy, Stormy, won&#39;t you trust me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From April 10, 1975&lt;/em&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20429681/posts/default/114308089270952077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20429681/posts/default/114308089270952077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsofmyyouth.blogspot.com/2006/03/stormy.html' title='Stormy'/><author><name>The Journey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10989732113484509912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20429681.post-113855621102679259</id><published>2006-01-29T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T18:21:49.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let My Life Be A Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Sometimes creative people go through a religious period. This gospel tune was from mine:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let my life be a song&lt;br /&gt;Let that song be of love&lt;br /&gt;Let it echo with splendor&lt;br /&gt;Like music heard above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be there&lt;br /&gt;In that chorus&lt;br /&gt;When they sing to Jesus praise&lt;br /&gt;Let me stand among God&#39;s children&lt;br /&gt;Let me glorify His name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May my love run deep&lt;br /&gt;May my love run wide&lt;br /&gt;May my love be forever&lt;br /&gt;Reaching out to touch the sky</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20429681/posts/default/113855621102679259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20429681/posts/default/113855621102679259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsofmyyouth.blogspot.com/2006/01/let-my-life-be-song.html' title='Let My Life Be A Song'/><author><name>The Journey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10989732113484509912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20429681.post-113716375044088635</id><published>2006-01-13T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T06:49:10.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow I&#39;m Leaving</title><content type='html'>Dreams like springtime blossoms&lt;br /&gt;Must be captured while they last&lt;br /&gt;Before time&#39;s careless hand&lt;br /&gt;Steals them from our grasp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If everyone&#39;s a singer&lt;br /&gt;When love&#39;s his fleeting song&lt;br /&gt;Then love me while I&#39;m here tonight&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I&#39;ll be gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For tomorrow I&#39;m leaving&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ll be gone come early morn&lt;br /&gt;As sunrise pours her dawnlight on&lt;br /&gt;The town where I was born&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to the meadow for me&lt;br /&gt;When the berries there are ripe&lt;br /&gt;Take the poetry I left&lt;br /&gt;Unfinished in the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For tomorrow I&#39;m leaving&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ll be gone come early morn&lt;br /&gt;As sunrise pours her dawnlight on&lt;br /&gt;The town where I was born&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From August 1972&lt;/em&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20429681/posts/default/113716375044088635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20429681/posts/default/113716375044088635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsofmyyouth.blogspot.com/2006/01/tomorrow-im-leaving.html' title='Tomorrow I&#39;m Leaving'/><author><name>The Journey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10989732113484509912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20429681.post-113677267549168229</id><published>2006-01-08T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T18:11:15.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnival</title><content type='html'>Life&#39;s a carnival&lt;br /&gt;Time&#39;s ferris wheel&lt;br /&gt;Luck&#39;s a tatooed lady&lt;br /&gt;Fate&#39;s a fortune teller&lt;br /&gt;And I&#39;m a clown&lt;br /&gt;Who&#39;ll stand upside down&lt;br /&gt;If you ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m gonna join the circus&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ve got to pack my things&lt;br /&gt;Gonna join the gypsy caravan&lt;br /&gt;And learn, learn, learn to sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life&#39;s a carnival&lt;br /&gt;A touring circus company&lt;br /&gt;Traveling on that endless road&lt;br /&gt;Drawn by six white ponies&lt;br /&gt;And I&#39;m along&lt;br /&gt;You&#39;re along&lt;br /&gt;And we&#39;re all&lt;br /&gt;Clowns&lt;br /&gt;We&#39;ll stand upside down&lt;br /&gt;If they ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m gonna join the circus&lt;br /&gt;And leave the past behind&lt;br /&gt;Gonna join the gypsy caravan&lt;br /&gt;That&#39;s rolling, rolling&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the diamond sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From May 1972&lt;/em&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20429681/posts/default/113677267549168229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20429681/posts/default/113677267549168229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsofmyyouth.blogspot.com/2006/01/carnival.html' title='Carnival'/><author><name>The Journey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10989732113484509912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20429681.post-113647058777918691</id><published>2006-01-05T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T05:45:27.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keys To The City</title><content type='html'>Open your curtain&lt;br /&gt;I’m under your window&lt;br /&gt;Don’t slam that shutter&lt;br /&gt;I’ve something to tell you&lt;br /&gt;I’ve the keys to the city&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my love, please come with me tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t turn away&lt;br /&gt;I’ve some coins in my pocket&lt;br /&gt;We’ll go where the champagne&lt;br /&gt;Flows in crystal goblets&lt;br /&gt;I’ve the keys to the city&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my love, please come with me tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No time to waste&lt;br /&gt;I am leaving at sunrise&lt;br /&gt;I’m sailing for Holland&lt;br /&gt;I am sailing for France&lt;br /&gt;My heart’s running wild&lt;br /&gt;Won’t you come help me celebrate&lt;br /&gt;Why do you hesitate&lt;br /&gt;This is your last chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come down your stairway&lt;br /&gt;I’ll wait by your front door&lt;br /&gt;I brought some flowers&lt;br /&gt;I picked at your neighbors&lt;br /&gt;I’ve the keys to the city&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my love, please come with me tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From 1973 (I think)&lt;/em&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20429681/posts/default/113647058777918691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20429681/posts/default/113647058777918691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsofmyyouth.blogspot.com/2006/01/keys-to-city.html' title='Keys To The City'/><author><name>The Journey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10989732113484509912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20429681.post-113638708455847542</id><published>2006-01-04T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T05:46:20.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come My Love</title><content type='html'>Come my love, into my arms&lt;br /&gt;Come my love, to my side&lt;br /&gt;Bring me fruit of your dreams&lt;br /&gt;And I&#39;ll bring the sweet, mellow wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring me diamonds of starlight&lt;br /&gt;Bring me gold of the day&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ll bring my heart and my soul&lt;br /&gt;The rest will be given away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake now, the morning is dawning&lt;br /&gt;See how the light fills the sky&lt;br /&gt;Wake now to joy and to gladness&lt;br /&gt;Spread your wings and fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~~~~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From June 1972&lt;/em&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20429681/posts/default/113638708455847542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20429681/posts/default/113638708455847542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsofmyyouth.blogspot.com/2006/01/come-my-love.html' title='Come My Love'/><author><name>The Journey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10989732113484509912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20429681.post-113628988460441503</id><published>2006-01-03T04:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T05:46:56.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sail Away</title><content type='html'>Sail away, tonight I&#39;ll sail away&lt;br /&gt;And if my love, you&#39;ll sail with me&lt;br /&gt;We&#39;ll write the ocean poetry&lt;br /&gt;On the everchangin&#39; colors of our minds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stars are dancing wildly to the music of the wind song&lt;br /&gt;And the night laughing free&lt;br /&gt;While the restless ocean rhythm calls me on&lt;br /&gt;For magic swept away the storm clouds&lt;br /&gt;And cast bright starshine in the sky&lt;br /&gt;And magic built a boat for me&lt;br /&gt;Of balsam wood and pine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sail away, tonight I&#39;ll sail away&lt;br /&gt;And if my love, you&#39;ll sail with me&lt;br /&gt;We&#39;ll write the ocean poetry&lt;br /&gt;On the everchangin&#39; colors of our minds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~~~~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From November 1972&lt;/em&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20429681/posts/default/113628988460441503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20429681/posts/default/113628988460441503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsofmyyouth.blogspot.com/2006/01/sail-away.html' title='Sail Away'/><author><name>The Journey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10989732113484509912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20429681.post-113628932976054545</id><published>2006-01-03T03:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T05:49:47.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wasn&#39;t Ready For The Sunshine</title><content type='html'>I wasn&#39;t ready for the sunshine, I was still strung out on the rain&lt;br /&gt;I wasn&#39;t ready for the sunshine, I was still strung out on the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The court of fools they asked me to come sing for them&lt;br /&gt;With beer and a slice of pizza I&#39;d be paid&lt;br /&gt;But when I started they turned up the houselights&lt;br /&gt;And just cheered for songs that I could not play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn&#39;t ready for the sunshine, I was still strung out on the rain&lt;br /&gt;I wasn&#39;t ready for the sunshine, I was still strung out on the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took my coins and cast them on the spinning wheel&lt;br /&gt;For a chance of fame and fortune all life long&lt;br /&gt;But my numbers came up empty, Guess I&#39;ll leave this place&lt;br /&gt;Let some other fool finish off the song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn&#39;t ready for the sunshine, I was still strung out on the rain&lt;br /&gt;I wasn&#39;t ready for the sunshine, I was still strung out on the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From February 1972&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My performance of this was always upbeat and rythmic; in the folkrock tradition.&lt;/em&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20429681/posts/default/113628932976054545'/><link rel='self' 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morning comes to find us&lt;br /&gt;Ages older than the day before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards eternity we&#39;re sailing,&lt;br /&gt;And in spite of my failings&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I can see the other shore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spinning mad, my senses leave me&lt;br /&gt;And I find they have deceived me&lt;br /&gt;Left me tripping, reeling like a fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my heart a song is burning&lt;br /&gt;And the sky above is twirling&lt;br /&gt;To the distant music that I hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards eternity we&#39;re sailing&lt;br /&gt;And behind us we&#39;re trailing&lt;br /&gt;Garlands of flowers in the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards eternity we&#39;re flying&lt;br /&gt;Even though I&#39;m scared of dying&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I can see the other shore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~~~~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From June 1972&lt;/em&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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