SHE'S GOT A PROBLEM

In the end will it matter that you've gone?
In the end will I go on minding that you've gone?
Will the night always seem so long,
Is it really darkest before dawn?
Will I see whiskey as a mother in the end?

In the end will I smash my brains with drinking
Till I fall down on the floor,
Will I hiccup and jabber,
Saying things I never meant?
Will I kiss and cry and wake to find
A sordid stranger by my bed?
Will the world shake its sensible head
And say the words that have to be said:
"she's got a problem."

Every problem has a solution in the end
And solutions must be final
For help gets so unhelpful near the end.

When I take my last ride
Down the big dipper slide,
Will I care, will it matter
If the world should say:
"she had a problem."

She had a problem.
She had a problem.

In the end will it matter that you've gone?
In the end will I go on minding that you've gone?
Will the night always seem so long,
Is it really darkest before dawn?
Will I see whiskey as a mother
In the end?

SOLITUDE

In my solitude
You haunt me
With dreadful ease
Of days gone by

In my solitude
You taunt me
With memories
That never die

I sit in my chair
And filled with despair
Theres no one could be so sad
With gloom everywhere
I sit and I stare
I know that Ill soon go mad

In my solitude
Im afraid
Dear lord above
Send back my love

SUMMER NIGHTS

Winter's almost gone,
Oh how I've waited so long
For summer nights.
When there's magic in the air
And I don't have a care,
All that matters to me
Is that you are here
On summer nights.

There's a little café
Where we can hear music play.
They keep the lights turned down low
It's a place where lovers go.
There you'll hold me tight and say
Our love will always be this way
On summer nights.

At the end of the day
We can go down to the bay
And together hand in hand
We will walk along the sand
On summer nights.

In our little café
We'll dance the night away
And we know our love will be
Always true eternally.

And when the moon begins to shine
I can see that you are mine
On summer nights.

On summer nights.
On summer nights.

SURABAYA JOHNNY

I had just turned sixteen that season
When you came up from Burma to stay.
And you told me I ought to travel with you,
You were sure it would be OK.
When I asked how you earned your living,
I can still hear what you said to me:
You had some kind of job on the railway
And had nothing to do with the sea.

You said a lot, Johnny,
All one big lie, Johnny.
You cheated me blind, Johnny,
From the minute we met.
I hate you so, Johnny,
When you stand there grinning, Johnny.
Take that damn pipe out of your mouth, you rat.

Surabaya Johnny,
No one's meaner than you.
Surabaya Johnny,
My God and I still love you so.
Surabaya Johnny,
Why am I feeling so blue ?
You have no heart, Johnny,
And I still love you so.

At the start, every day was Sunday,
Till we went on our way one fine night.
And before two more weeks were over,
You thought nothing I did was right.
So we trekked up and down through the Punjab,
From the source of the river to the sea.
When I look at my face in the mirror,
There's an old woman staring back at me.

You didn't want love, Johnny,
You wanted cash, Johnny.
But I sewed your lips, Johnny,
And that was that.
You wanted it all, Johnny,
I gave you more, Johnny.
Take that damn pipe out of your mouth, you rat.

Surabaya Johnny.
No one's meaner than you.
Surabaya Johnny.
My God and I still love you so.
Surabaya Johnny,
Why am I feeling so blue ?
You have no heart, Johnny.
And I still love you so.

I would never have thought of asking
How you'd got that peculiar name,
But from one end of the coast to the other
You were known everywhere we came.
And one day I

THE BALLAD OF LUCY JORDAN

The morning sun touched lightly on
the eyes of Lucy Jordan
In a white suburban bedroom
in a white suburban town

And she lay there neath the covers
dreaming of a thousand lovers
til the world turned to orange
and the room went spinning round

At the age of 37
she realized she'd never ride
through Paris in a sports car
with the warm wind in her hair
So she let the phone keep ringing
as she sat there softly singing
little nursery rhymes she'd memorized
in her Daddy's easy chair

Her husband he's off to work
and the kids are off to school
and there were oh so many ways
for her to spend the day

She could clean the house for hours
or rearrange the flowers
or run naked through the shady street
screaming all the way

At the age of 37
she realized she'd never ride
through Paris in a sports car
with the warm wind in her hair
So she let the phone keep ringing
as she sat there softly singing
pretty nursery rhymes she'd memorized
in her Daddy's easy chair

The evening sun touched gently on
the eyes of Lucy Jordan
on the rooftop where she climbed
when all the laughter grew too loud

And she bowed and curtsied to the man
who reached and offered her his hand
and he led her down to the long white car
that waited past the crowd

At the age of 37
she knew she'd found forever
as she rode along through Paris
with the warm wind in her hair

THE BALLAD OF SEXUAL DEPENDENCY

Now there's a man, the living tool of satan
He charges forth while others are debating
Conniving, cocky knave with all the trimmings
I know one thing will trim him down? women.
In women he meets deep authority,
In them he feels his old dependency.

He sniggers at the good book, mocks the priss and prim,
Does anything for pay if it will pay
And since he knows what ladies do to him
He thrusts them well out of his way.
All through the day he swears
He's self denying, then dusk descends
And once again he's lying.

They're all the same in meeting love's confusion

Poor noble souls get blotted in illusion
The one who swore he could escape the clinches
Who is it that entangles him, wenches
It fain resists their lush authority
Before him stands his old dependency.

He harked the ten commandments
Trod the tried and true, would godly be and golden rule
obey.
For lunch ate frugally, a grape a two,
Survived on one pure thought a day.
He screamed, "I've mastered it without half trying"
Appears the moon and once again he's lying.
Idiots? all of them.

THE HAWK

Gotta make your own rules, child,
Gotta break your own chains.
Your dreams that possess you
Can blossom and bless you
Or run you insane.

The moment is yours, child,
To lay on the line.
The past just dont matter,
Tomorrow wont mind.

I dont deserve you,
Im only human.
But I swear Ill love you
Just as hard as I can.

Storm on the mountain
Stars in the sky
Running for glory
Freedom to fly.

Will you remember,
Way down the road,
Somebody loves you
More than you know.

Storm on the mountain,
Stars in the sky
Running for glory
Freedom to fly.

Will you remember,
Way down the road,
Somebody loves you
More than you know.

THE PLEASURE SONG

I got so much love
So much more
So much more love to give.
I got so much more
So much love
So much more love left to give.

So much pleasure draws me like I never saw.
I have never seen you look like this before.

I got so many lives
So many more
So many more lives to live
I got so much love
So much love
So much more love left to give.

So much pleasure draws me like I never saw.
I have never seen you look like this before.

Are you with me or without me?
Are you with me here or am I alone?

I got somewhere
Somewhere to be
Somewhere to be with you.
There is somewhere
Somewhere to be
Somewhere for me and you.

So much pleasure draws me like I never saw.
I have never seen you look like this before.

Are you with me or without me?
Are you with me now or am I alone?
Can you see me I can see you -
Please be with me here so I'm not alone.

So much more to know
Didn't want to go
So much more to know
Didn't want to go
So much more to go
Didn't want to go
So much more to know
Didn't want to go

So much more to know
So much more to go
So much more to know

THIS LITTLE BIRD

There's a little bird that somebody sends
Down to the earth to live on the wind.
Born on the wind and he sleeps on the wind
This little bird that somebody sends.

He's light and fragile and feathered sky blue,
So thin and graceful the sun shines through.
This little bird who lives on the wind,

This little bird that somebody sends.

He flies so high up in the sky
Out of reach of human eye.
And the only time that he touches the ground
Is when that little bird
Is when that little bird
Is when that little bird dies.

TRUTH BITTER TRUTH

Where did it go to, my youth?
Where did it fade away to?
Who was it told the truth, the bitter truth,
The truth we didn't want to know?

What is it, do you know?
What is it, can I bear it?
Who did it, do I care?
Who is it, when did it happen, and where?

Why did you let me know?
How could you think I'd stand it?
You knew I'd pay you back.
I did it, and it happened, do you care?
Where did it go to, my youth?
Where did it fade away to?
Who was it told the truth, the bitter truth

The truth we didn't want to know?
Who is he, do you know?
This man of power but a fool.
They said he was so high and pure.
They also said that he was cruel.
They killed him, did you see?

They knew he couldn't take it.
They wanted lies, he said the truth.
They did it, and it happened, who cares?
Where did it go to, my youth?
Where did it slip away to?
Who was it told the truth, the bitter truth

The truth we didn't want to know?
Why did you let me know?
How could you think I'd stand it?
You knew I'd pay you back.
I did it, and it happened, do you care?

What is it, do you know?
Who did it, can I bear it?
Who did it, do I care?
Who is it, when did it happen, and where?

What is it, do you know?
Who did it, can I bear it?
Who did it, do I care?
Who is it, when did it happen, and where?

Where did it go to, my youth?
Where did it slip away to?
Who was it told the truth, the bitter truth
The truth we didn't want to know?