Tape from California

I'm in kind of a hurry anyhow

So who's that coming down the road
I stabbed him with my stem
But I'll send you a tape from California

He handed me his water pipe
Sorry, I can't stop and talk now
Seeds in the soil
New York City has exploded

But I'll send you a tape from California
And the flag has blown a fuse
The anarchists are rising while we're racing for the moon
The singer of the shadows of his soul

And have raise a child or two, wouldn't you?
But there's no party to recall
One of us must understand
Deep inside my head, here's what he said

So he's been told
He must have found his mind
I'd know him anywhere, had to stare

Half the world is crazy and the other half is scared
A halo 'round his spine
I'd sooner take a wife
I'm in kind of a hurry anyhow
When the echoes of my ecstasy appear
The flower-power fuller brush man

A sailor from the sea

He must have been high
Is farming out his friends

Someone's banging on the wall
Now he's crawling after me
He should be put away, anyway
Wish I was here
Sorry, I can't stop and talk now
In the corner of the night
It doesn't take a seer to see that the scene is coming soon
He should be put away, right away
It's not the drug that makes the man

Dropping acid in my tea
Surrounded by the slaughter
Sorry, I can't stop and talk now
Century is bending
A song around his spine

Now I'm boarding at the border
Feathers at his fingertips
I dove beneath the bed
He looks a lot like me
To the victor go the ashes of the spoil

He looks a lot like me
Words have turned to water, the women turned to wine
The landlord's at my window
My rhymes are all repeating, my ballads growing blind
I can't take it anymore
I'm in kind of a hurry anyhow
Sorry, I can't stop and talk now
Sorry, I can't stop and talk now
He wants to save his soul, rock and roll
But I'll send you a tape from California
And then I tapped his toes with my rose
Then a poster of a movie star walked by
If they'd like to take my life
I'm in kind of a hurry anyhow
But I'll send you a tape from California
I'm in kind of a hurry anyhow
And now all the brave are in the grave

Peace has turned to poison

And it's crashed upon my head
The draft board is debating
Even courage is confused
Fighting, biting nails, turning pale
And the burglar's at my door

Have a very happy ending

He crawled around inside himself

His eyes were searching
Trapped upon a stolen stage, a Barrymore at best
From the mirror of my mantle to the velvet on my bed
A fire around his fingertips

I'd know him anywhere, had to stare
He must have lost his mind
I guess I'll have to fly, it's worth a try
Madonnas do the minuet for the naked millionaires