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tom paxton tour::There are voices on the wind.
Stolen whispers, sacred moans.
I want to make you love me, and i want to make you smile, and i want to be your family, i believe in tomorrow, how could i have loved you for so long?
I know i enjoyed you, but how could i have liked you?
She was younger than forever.
She was older than goodbye.
Vocatus atque non vocatus, deus aderit.
Sursum, domini, sursum domini.
Ora pro nobis, in ora pro nobis pacem, kyrie.
In ora kyrie eleison.
She can taste it on your breath, cutting through the cigarette.
The city casts no shadow now.
At midnight, all the whores come out and dance with darkness, and the night rains pour.
How does it feel to pull out the nails, and find you still can walk?
Candles light the empty frames.
The song you are to me.
First time i saw paris in your eyes, you told me how you loved me, under blue picasso skies.
Who lie in dark dusty rooms, the size of a small foreign car.
Where all the good people are.
Some sell their bodies for dimes, while others marry for the houses, and the jewelry.
Hide me in the wisdom of your thighs.
Ride me like a wave.
And is she beautiful?
She must be pretty, or worse, to ride the high seas.
One long unbroken symphony.
Will it come too late to shelter me?
I long to be eternity.
Come on, come on, eternity!
I lay the baby out each dawn, inbetween the tender corn, with sunrise for her bonnet, and flies her only blanket.
Homesick for eden, heartsick at the memory.
You mistake the moment for the song.
The drama for the play.
The actor for the role.
The neon light for day.
The old ones like to claw and clutch.
Be careful not to offer much.
They understand the fist and crutch.
Here i am dancing at last.
How we used to like the oldtime movies.
The silent picture show, at the end of the night, her new name was tattooed to her wrist.
It was longer than the old one.
I went to drink some water, but the faucet heads were gone.
What do you think of me?