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Talkin' World War III Blues

Some time ago a crazy dream came to me
I dreamt I was walkin’ into World War Three
I went to the doctor the very next day
To see what kinda words he could say
He said it was a bad dream
I wouldn’t worry ’bout it none, though
They were my own dreams and they’re only in my head
 
I said, “Hold it, Doc, a World War passed through my brain”
He said, “Nurse, get your pad, this boy’s insane”
He grabbed my arm, I said, “Ouch!”
As I landed on the psychiatric couch
He said, “Tell me about it”
 
Well, the whole thing started at 3 o’clock fast
It was all over by quarter past
I was down in the sewer with some little lover
When I peeked out from a manhole cover
Wondering who turned the lights on
 
Well, I got up and walked around
And up and down the lonesome town
I stood a-wondering which way to go
I lit a cigarette on a parking meter and walked on down the road
It was a normal day
 
Well, I rung the fallout shelter bell
And I leaned my head and I gave a yell
“Give me a string bean, I’m a hungry man”
A shotgun fired and away I ran
I don’t blame them too much though, I know I look funny
 
Down at the corner by a hot-dog stand
I seen a man
I said, “Howdy friend, I guess there’s just us two”
He screamed a bit and away he flew
Thought I was a Communist
 
Well, I spied a girl and before she could leave
“Let’s go and play Adam and Eve”
I took her by the hand and my heart it was thumpin’
When she said, “Hey man, you crazy or sumpin’
You see what happened last time they started”
 
Well, I seen a Cadillac window uptown
And there was nobody aroun’
I got into the driver’s seat
And I drove down 42nd Street
In my Cadillac. Good car to drive after a war
 
Well, I remember seein’ some ad
So I turned on my Conelrad
But I didn’t pay my Con Ed bill
So the radio didn’t work so well
Turned on my record player—
It was Rock-a-day Johnny singin’, “Tell Your Ma, Tell Your Pa
Our Love’s A-gonna Grow Ooh-wah, Ooh-wah”
 
I was feelin’ kinda lonesome and blue
I needed somebody to talk to
So I called up the operator of time
Just to hear a voice of some kind
“When you hear the beep it will be three o’clock”
She said that for over an hour
And I hung up
 
Well, the doctor interrupted me just about then
Sayin’, “Hey I’ve been havin’ the same old dreams
But mine was a little different you see
I dreamt that the only person left after the war was me
I didn’t see you around”
 
Well, now time passed and now it seems
Everybody’s having them dreams
Everybody sees themselves
Walkin’ around with no one else
Half of the people can be part right all of the time
Some of the people can be all right part of the time
But all of the people can’t be all right all of the time
I think Abraham Lincoln said that
“I’ll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours”
I said that
 

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Mystery Rider

Jingling spurs rolling into town.
Old black stallion bearing a grim reaper.
Dressed in snake hide, worn black leather
 
Mystery rider,
What's your name?
You're a killer,
A drifter gone insane
Mystery rider,
What's your game?
You're a rebel
No one else can tame.
 
Welcome stranger
to the Silver Dollar bar
what's your pleasure
asked the tender with a big cigar
You give me a whiskey
cause I'm feeling a little risky
if that tin star's in town
well you tell him I'm around
 
Mystery rider,
What's your name?
You're a killer,
A drifter gone insane
Mystery rider,
What's your game?
You're a rebel
No one else can tame.
 

Con divisa verde y oro

Vino en un rayo de luna,
de luna del mes de enero;
era un chiquillo de Osuna
que quería ser torero.
“Ganadera salmantina,
yo la nombro por madrina,
que er dinero y er carté,
si argún día los consigo,
pongo ar sielo por testigo
que me caso con usté.”
Un ¡ole! en la tienta
por su valentía
y un duende en mis venas
que así me decía:
 
Ganadera con divisa verde y oro,
ten cuidado,
que el amor no te sorprenda como un toro
desmandado.
Por tu hacienda y tu apellido
se te guarda devoción
y un clavel en tu vestido
llamaría la atención.
En tus ojos se adivina
la locura de un 'te adoro',
y has de ser como una encina,
ganadera salmantina
con divisa verde y oro.
 
Ya es un torero de fama,
dinero y categoría;
ya es su pasión una llama
que me ronda noche y día.
Por tres veces me ha pedido
que le tome por marido,
por tres veces dije ¡no!
Y la causa está en Osuna,
morenita de aceituna
que por mí se le olvidó.
Y son en mis noches
de penas mortales,
cuchillos las coplas
de mis mayorales:
 
Ganadera con divisa verde y oro,
dueña mía,
cuánto diera por salvarte de ese toro
de agonía.
Con tu hacienda y tu apellido
ya te sobra en qué pensar
y hasta el luto del vestido
te lo debes de quitar.
Porque así no se adivina
que enterraste un 'te adoro'
bajo el tronco de una encina,
ganadera salmantina
con divisa verde y oro.
 

The Morns Are Meeker Than They Were

The morns are meeker than they were -
The nuts are getting brown -
The berry’s cheek is plumper -
The rose is out of town.

The maple wears a gayer scarf -
The field a scarlet gown -
Lest I sh'd be old-fashioned
I’ll put a trinket on.
I’ll put a trinket on.

Maurin

I can only give you
What you never needed
I got it all
But It's all you'll never need
I'm surprised by my self
Of this love that filed me
But i cannot resist
Love i have to feed
Never noticed your lips
I never noticed that touch
Never noticed my eyes looking after you
 
I can only give you
What you never needed
I got it all
But it's all you never need
Swear to god that i try
Not to push too hard
But it's too hard
Tell me,
How much longer should i hide
 
Never noticed your hair
I never notices that smell
Never noticed my senses crawling after you
 
I can only give you
What you never needed
I got it all
But you got it all yourself
It's unbearably cold to observe you warmth
And to know
That these arms i could never hold
 
I never noticed you feet
I never noticed that wrinkle
Never noticed my breath
Synchronizing yours
 
I can only give you what you never needed