I watch you braid your hair You’re from another time When the earth wasn’t so angry And God was on our side
The one thing worse than nothing said Is two hearts howling like they’re going mad And I know I can’t handle that Cause I’m fumbling fake and a fucking fool And that’s why I can’t fall in love with you And why to and fro are all I do So Buffalo Girl, put on your dress I know how you hate to see me like this
The dripping blood our only drink, The bloody flesh our only food: In spite of which we like to think That we are sound, substantial flesh and blood - Again, in spite of that, we call this Friday good.
I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; Wait without love For love would be love of the wrong thing; There is yet faith But faith and love and the hope are all in the waiting. Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought: So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.
Do not let me hear Of the wisdom of old men, But rather of their folly, Their fear of fear and frenzy, Their fear of possession, Of belonging to another, Or to others, Or to God. The only wisdom we can hope to acquire Is the wisdom of humility: Humility is endless. The houses are all gone under the sea. The dancers are all gone under the hill.
Losing love is like a window in your heart. Everyone can see you’re blown apart. Everyone can see the wind blow In Graceland.
Hey hey, my my Rock and roll can never die There’s more to the picture Than meets the eye. Hey hey, my my My my, hey hey Rock and roll is here to stay It’s better to burn out Than to fade away My my, hey hey