Don't follow leaders, watch the parkin' meters

"Let it Be. Let it Be - oh Let it Be, yeah. There will be an answer, Let it Be ....

Nothing Rhymed. Gilbert O’ Sullivan. 1972. The 2nd verse could’ve been written yesterday.

Lip-smackin’, whip-crackin’, paddy- whackin’, knickin’-knackin’, silver-rackin’, scoundrel-whackin’, cracker-jackin’

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In the shadows of tall buildings
Of fallen angels on the ceilings
Oily feathers in bronze and concrete
Faded colors, pieces left incomplete
The line moves slowly past the electric fence
Across the borders between continents

In the cathedrals of New York and Rome
There is a feeling that you should just go home
And spend a lifetime finding out just where that is

In the shadows of tall buildings
The architecture is slowly peeling
Marble statues and glass dividers
Someone is watching all of the outsiders
The line moves slowly through the numbered gate
Past the mosaic of the head of state

In the shadows of tall buildings
Of open arches endlessly kneeling
Sonic landscapes echoing vistas
Someone is listening from a safe distance
The line moves slowly into a fading light
A final moment in the dead of night

Now you can't break the ties that bind
You can't forsake the ties that bind

Oh, Alabama
The devil fools with the best laid plan
Swing low, Alabama
You got the spare change
You got to feel strange
And now the moment is all that it meant

My love is in league with the freeway
Its passion will rise as the cities fly by
And the tail lights dissolve in the coming of night
And the questions and thousands take flight
My love is a-miles in awaiting
The eyes that just stare and the glance at the clock
And the secret that burns, and the pain that grows dark
And it's you once again
Leading me on (leading me on)
Leading me down the road
Driving me on (driving me on)
Driving me down the road
My love is exceedingly vivid
Red-eyed and fevered with the hum of the miles
Distance and longing, my thoughts do provide
Should I rest for a while at the side?
Your love is cradled in knowing
Eyes in the mirror still expecting they'll come
Sensing too well when the journey is done
There is no turning back, no
There is no turning back
On the run
My love is in league
With the freeway
Oh, with the freeway
And the coming of nighttime
My love
My love
Is in league with the freeway

You realize the sun doesn't go down
It's just an illusion
caused by the world spinning 'round

I cried when I wrote this song
Sue me if I play too long
This brother is free
I'll be what I want to be
I'll learn to work the saxophone
 I play just what I feel
Drink Scotch whiskey all night long
And die behind the wheel
They got a name for the winners in the world
I want a name when I lose
They call Alabama the Crimson Tide
Call me Deacon Blues

Two guitars against my head
With their playing persistence
For all the futile days ahead
Full of vain existence

Happy and I'm smiling
Walk a mile to drink your water
You know I'd love to love you
And above you there's no other

We'll go walking out
While others shout of war's disaster
Oh, we won't give in
Let's go living in the past

Once I used to join in
Every boy and girl was my friend
Now there's revolution, but they don't know
What they're fighting

Let us close our eyes
Outside their lives go on much faster
Oh, we won't give in
We'll keep living in the past

Oh, we won't give in
Let's go living in the past
Oh no, no we won't give in
Let's go living in the past

Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Into My Arms

It's not like this town to set you free
The more you look, the less you see

..Not to hail a barren sky
The sifting cloth is weeping red
The mourning veil is waving high
A field of stars and tears we've shed
In the sky a broken flag
Children wave and raise their arms
We'll be gone but they'll go on and on and on and on and on