Blue, songs are like tattoos You know I've been to sea before Crown and anchor me or let me sail away Hey blue, there is a song for you Ink on a pin
Rows and flows of angel hair And ice cream castles in the air and feather canyons everywhere I've looked at clouds that way But now they only block the
I came upon a child of God He was walkin' along the road And I asked him, I said "Where're you going?" This he told me He said I'm goin' down to Yasgur
He bought her a diamond for her throat He put her in a ranch house on a hill She could see the valley barbecues From her window sill See the blue pools
Blue Songs are like tattoos You know I've been to sea before Crown and anchor me Or let me sail away Hey, blue Here is a song for you Ink on a pin Underneath
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot With a pink hotel, a boutique and a swinging hot spot Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what
Everybody looks so ill at ease, so distrustful so displeased Running down the table I see a borderline Like a barbed wire fence, strung tight, strung
The story hit the news from coast to coast They said you beat the girl you loved the most Your charitable acts seemed out of place And the beauty with
Last chance lost In the tyranny of a long goodbye Last chance lost We talk of us with deadly earnest eyes Last chance lost We talk of love in terms of
You wanna make Van Goghs Raise 'em up like sheep Make 'em out of Eskimos And women if you please Make 'em nice and normal Make 'em nice and neat You
She pulls the shade, it's just another sunny Sunday She dodges the light like Blanche DuBois Bright colors fade away on such a sunny Sunday She waits
Just before our love got lost, you said "I am as constant as a northern star" And I said, "Constantly in the darkness Where's that at? If you want me
I went to Staten Island To buy myself a mandolin And I saw the long white dress of love On a storefront mannequin Big boat chuggin' back with a belly
He comes for conversation I comfort him sometimes Comfort and consultation He knows that's what he'll find I bring him apples and cheeses He brings me
I'm traveling in some vehicle I'm sitting in some cafe A defector from these petty wars That shell shock love away There's comfort in melancholy When
Three waitresses all wearing black diamond earrings Talking about zombies and Singapore slings No trouble in their faces not one anxious voice None of
Cold Blue Steel out of money, one eye for the beat police Sweet Fire calling, you can't deny me Now you know what you need Underneath the jungle gym,
A strange boy is weaving a course of grace and havoc On a yellow skateboard through midday sidewalk traffic Just when I think, he's foolish and childish
