Christmas Without You

White Christmas and I'm blue
Like fireworks with no fuse
Christmas without you
The fireplace keeps burning and my thoughts keep turning
The pages of memories of time spent with you
Old Christmas songs we knew and used to make love to
Make it hard to get used to
Christmas without you
Chorus:
Christmas without you
White Christmas and I'm blue
I love you I miss you
So sad but so true
Christmas without you
Like a mystery with no clues
Like fireworks with no fuse
Christmas without you
The sweetest gift I know would be if the new snow
Could fall on your footsteps on this Christmas eve
The most joyous Christmas if luck could be with us
Would be if Saint Nicholas brought you home to me
Repeat chorus twice

Circle Dream

I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed of a circle round.
And in that circle I had made were all
the worlds unformed and unborn yet.
A volume, a sphere that was the earth,
that was the moon, that did revolve around my room.
I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed of a circle round.
And in that circle was a maze,
a terrible spiral to be lost in.
Blind in my fear,
I was escaping just by feel.
But at every turn my way was sealed.
I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed of a circle round.
And in that circle was a face.
Her eyes looked upon me with fondness.
Her warmth coming near,
calling me "sweetness," calling me "dear."
But I whispered, "no, I can't rest here."
I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed of a circle round

City Of Angels

Heaven, is this heaven wher we are? See them walking, if youi
dare , if you call that walking. Stumble, stagger, fall and drag
themselvesalong the streets of heaven.
Where is the blessed table to feed all who hunger on earth,
welcomed and seated each one joyfully served? See them walkinf, if
you dare, if you call that walking. Stumble, stagger, fall and drag
themselves along the streets of heaven.
Where is the halo that should glow 'round your face, and where
are the wings that should grow from your shoulder blades? Show them
to me.
These are sobering sights I've seen in the City of Angels have
all been one rude awakening that was dues to me in heaven.
There would have been heavenly music I was convinced before.
A host of the dearly to meet me with Hosannas sung at the door, but
these are sobering sights I've seen in the City of Angels have all
been one rude awakening that was dues to me in hevean. In this city
of fallen angels

Cotton Alley

one time
you made me cry
be proud that I
remember

my chin is sore
the bruise is gone
but the spot is tender

gave my hand a sister coy
to Cotton Alley where
you did enjoy
your wicked games
you curious boy

tied my laces up together
when I fell
you laughed
until your belly was sore

in the brick laid aisle behind
the five and dime store

that's how
I made you blush
but doubt if you
remember

were my tears genuine
or those of a skilled
pretender

nothing precious
plain to see
don't make a fuss over me
not loud
not soft
but somewhere in between
say sorry
let it be
the word you mean

I was a little pest who
never took a hint
could never
take a hint

you pinched my fingers
in a door
tossed my coloring book in a
rusty barrel

pulled spiders from my hair
fingers in the door

my favorite blue blouse
stained on the back
running from a berry war

can you hear me scream
in Cotton Alley
scream in Cotton Alley
in Cotton Alley

Daktari

Like a weasel in the clover You tilt toss
pop turn over Sit down Tremble and weave like a moth By flame deceived
Sit down Spill with your words caught up Dance in your room Slide like
you're buttered up Roll back the tomb Sit down Bolt scuff jilt chase
circle riddle Shake in haste Sit down When the thunderclouds sound
Ants scatter to high ground

Dallas

Chorus:
Did you ever see Dallas from a DC-9 at night?
Dallas is a jewel
Yeah, Dallas is a beautiful sight
Dallas is a jungle
But Dallas gives a beautiful light
Did you ever see Dallas from a DC-9 at night?

Now Dallas is a woman who will walk on you when you're down
But when you are up she's the kind you wanna take around
Now Dallas ain't a woman to help you get your feet on the ground
And Dallas is a woman who will walk on you when you're down

Oh, I came into Dallas with the bright lights on my mind
I came into Dallas with a dollar and a dime

Dallas is a rich man with a death wish in his eyes
A steel concrete soul with a warm-hearted love in disguise
A rich man who tends to believe in his own lies
I say, Dallas is a rich man with a death wish in his yes

Oh, I came into Dallas with the brights lights on my mind
I came into Dallas with a dollar and a dime

Chorus

Death Of Manolete

There were women holding
rosaries On the day Manolette died Teenage girls in soft white dresses
Standing silent peace respecting Groups of boys held in their hands
The fragments of a shattered idol The old men with their traditions
challenged Refrained from tears Neck neck hook Poles of wood The
Picadores stood eyes ablaze To view brutal contest In the vale of
years Courage unfailing Agility exhausted Youth entered challenge
Reached for title shelved Patrons in attendance To disarm a common
myth Homage played to the victor of immortality Cloaked in bold tones
In the stockyard the beasts Did climb their barriers Bid by a frenzied
ring Bred for one purpose only To die in man's sport Dash against his
spindle An instant fell to wounding On the day Swords penetrating On
the day Torches igniting On the day Flower wreaths encircling The day
On the day

Don't Go Back To Rockville

Looking at your watch a third time waiting in the station for a bus

Going to a place that's far, so far away and if that's not enough
Going where nobody says hello, they don't talk to anybody they don't
know
You'll wind up in some factory that's full time filth and nowhere left
to go
Walk home to an empty house, sit around all by yourself
I know it might sound strange, but I believe
You'll be coming back before too long

Don't go back to Rockville
And waste another year

At night I drink myself to sleep and pretend
I don't care if you're not here with me
'Cause it's so much easier to handle
All my problems if I'm too far out to sea
But something better happen soon
Or it's gonna be too late to bring you back

It's not as though I really need you
If you were here I'd only bleed you
But everybody else in town only wants to bring you down and
That's not how it ought to be
I know it might sound strange, but I believe
You'll be coming back before too long

Dreadlock Holiday

I was walkin' down the street
Concentratin' on truckin' right
I heard a dark voice beside of me
And I looked round in a state of fright
I saw four faces one mad
A brother from the gutter
They looked me up and down a bit
And turned to each other

I say
I don't like cricket oh no
I love it
I don't like cricket oh no
I love it
Don't you walk thru my words
You got to show some respect
Don't you walk thru my words
`Cause you ain't heard me out yet

Well he looked down at my silver chain
He said I'll give you one dollar
I said you've got to be jokin' man
It was a present from me Mother
He said I like it I want it
I'll take it off your hands
And you'll be sorry you crossed me
You'd better understand that you're alone
A long way from home

And I say
I don't like reggae no no
I love it
I don't like reggae oh no
I love it
Don't you cramp me style
Don't you queer on me pitch
Don't you walk thru my words
`Cause you ain't heard me out yet

I hurried back to the swimming pool
Sinkin' pina coladas
I heard a dark voice beside me say
Would you like something harder
She said I've got it you want it
My harvest is the best
And if you try it you'll like it
And wallow in a Dreadlock Holiday

And I say
Don't like Jamaica oh no
I love her
Don't like Jamaica oh no
I love her oh yea
Don't you walk thru her words
You got to show some respect
Don't you walk thru her words
`Cause you ain't heard her out yet

I don't like cricket
I love it (Dreadlock Holiday)
I don't like reggae
I love it (Dreadlock Holiday)
Don't like Jamaica
I love her (Dreadlock Holiday)

Dust Bowl

I should know to leave them home. They follow me through the store
with these toys I can't afford. "Kids, take them back, you know better than
that." Dolls that talk, astronauts, T.V. games, airplanes, they don't
understand and how can I explain? I try and try but I can't save. Pennies,
nickels, dollars slip away. I've tried and tried but I can't save.
My youngest girl has bad fever, sure. All night with alcohol to cool
and rub her down. Ruby, I'm tired, try and get some sleep. I'm adding
doctor's fees to remedies with the cost of three day's work lost. I try and try
but I can't save. Pennies, nickels, dollars slip away. I've tried and
tried but I can't save. The hole in my pocketbook is growing.
There's a new wind blowing they say, it's gonna be a cold, cold one.
So brace yourselves my darlings, it won't bring anything much our way but
more dust bowl days.
I played a card in this weeks game. Took the first and the last
letters in three of their names. This lottery's been building up for weeks. I
could be lucky me with the five million prize, tears of disbelief spilling out
of my eyes. I try and try but I can't save. Pennies, nickels, dollars slip
away. I've tried and tried but I can't save. The hole in my pocketbook is
growing. There's a new wind blowing they say, it's gonna be a cold, cold one.
So brace yourselves my darlings, it won't bring anything much our way but
more dust bowl days