You got to feel sorry for the guy No reason Just brother feeling Man in the rain hat had to have his say Live and let live The old man watches the water rise Everybody knows Something's got to give.
Something's got to give When it goes it starts rolling out of everywhere Through floorboards Cracks in walls Oozing down the chimney walls.
A real Son of Blob job Welcome to our town People swept along People swept along and how? With goats cats dogs and hats Oozing down the chimney backs A real Son of Blob job Something's got to give.
Something's got to give Nations rise and fall Dentist appointments forgotten by great and small Mighty or humble Wise man or fool Rivulet or Old Man River Flaps flipping out of slots every which-a-way When it goes it starts rolling out of everywhere.
I think about old friends of mine One day they're walking on their hands One day they're crawling in the streets Afraid of a strange free wide open land Ho for the times they are calling Ho for the times they says Go go go gone Always in love Always alone Always a line for that long walking home.
Last night I saw them old friends of mine Making most outrageous sort of claims Burning all the books rocking on their heels Watching awhile the heart of the flames Ho for the times they are calling Ho for the times they says Go go go gone Always in love Always alone Always a line for that long walking home.
I see they've been talking to you Had to be a matter of just time What starts with you glad to be running some errand slides with time to be walking the line Ho for the times they are calling Ho for the times they says Go go go gone Always in love Always alone Always in line for that long walking home.
The day recedes It slides across some boards Had some wings Had some dusty tides rolling across the floor What a strange debris left on a foreign shore Who knows how it goes to go walking out that door? Say goodbye How hard I try Say goodbye.
Some air to breathe There's no one half so sure as a drowning man who knows he's coming on up for more Gimme words Gimme worth I heard a man did pray I've never known a fear like it Nothing left to say Say goodbye How hard I try Say goodbye.
How can I leave you when you won't go away? To get caught in the middle Neither night neither day I feel so broke up It's harder to be sure when the whole wide world's slowly rolling out that door Say goodbye How hard I try Say goodbye.
How can I leave you when you won't go away? Am I a mule or a goat Or it's my heart that's bound to stay I might be the barricuda's nearest next of kin Oh man here it comes It's coming on round again Say goodbye How hard I try Say goodbye.
Somewhere down a road from here Gonna make a deal with you Somewhere down a road from here Tell me it won't seem like a honeymoon Dreaming dreams Scheming schemes Do what seems an easy thing.
Think of all the houses Gaze across the roofs of a tenement year Think of all the places See the harvest moon rise so big and near Dreaming dreams Scheming schemes Do what seems an easy thing.
What the mice in the subway know People in the streets can barely see Quite sublime in a dusty clime Til the next subway train comes screaming down the line Dreaming dreams Scheming schemes Do what seems an easy thing.
Take a look around my face Take away the years that have come and gone Take a look around my face Just another year to be hanging on you say Dreaming dreams Scheming schemes Do what seems an easy thing.
There's a great moon-faced fact A great moon-face fact.
Old man don't sleep too long River's got away and it won't go back.
Then it's time to depart In the court of the Rhythm King My broken heart Promise him anything Woe betide The Lonely Highway The old man cried.
There's a great moon-faced fact Another great moon-face fact.
A man gone by Turning on his head Hanging by a coat he was heard to say Hanging by a coat he was heard to say There's a great moon-faced fact It busted out the back like a paper sack That's a great moon-faced fact.
Old man wait too long Nothing be there but the pot gone black Old man don't wait too long Another night's pouring out From a smoking stack That's a great moon-faced fact Another night's pouring out from a smoking stack.
If the sun won't arrive in the morning And the moon won't arrive in the evening Too Then we start to get a kind of picture of how it would be to to live without you There's a hole in the bucket There's a rock in my shoe I'm working up a set of notions of how it would be to to live without you Warning Here we have the deep water Danger Strange Feelings.
Five o'clock in the morning There's something happening here I finally get a kind of picture The point is coming through Clouds of mystery clear I drop down a hole I find a hollow earth I wake up in a land of extremes to find the worst that could be that everything would be Just what it seems Warning Here we have the deep water Danger Strange Feelings.
How I wish we could take this moment and freeze it To come back again and again and again To hold it to the light To turn it in our hands To study all the angles To find out how and why It's got to go the way that it goes.
We have the technology Not available before We have the technology.
Thinkers and poets of the past They had to leap into the dark so blindly Whereas we stand free and upright like men The day's golden light Linked with our machines Our eyes are beaming It won't matter at all how weird things are seeming.
We need the means to dig deeper To search below the surface appearance of things Worlds never dreamed of What a wonderful life If darling that moment might be found Wherein we come unstuck completely Flap A from Slot B slapping in the wind.
We have the technology Not available before We have the technology.
I know it seemed like a good idea at the time I knew there was trouble bound to come.
The postman drove a Caddy A sunburnt green rusted out land tug of a car It was seen to race across the ridge trailing clouds of dust and dogs I knew there was trouble bound to come.
Now I saw the fact The driver was a dog The dog had a hat The hat had a flat It looked like a rat The rat was on fire I knew there was trouble bound to come.
That fire attracted the eye of a neighbor who turning awa shook his head and was heard to say I don't want to know why which confused the pig that ate the mailbox that contained the letter lost by the post office forty years ago which happened to have been written by Albert Einstein I knew there was trouble bound to come.
In his declining years he had divined a device from common household items which Harnessing hitherto unknown forces in the universe Could put a chicken in every pot and make it so that everyone could live a long long time without any trouble at all thereby saving mankind from certain self-destruction and enabling him to keep on going more places forever I knew there was trouble bound to come.
Whether or not this device actually worked was a matter of some conjecture Seeing as how Mr Einstein had buried the plans and only working model in a hole in the ground I knew there was trouble bound to come.
It seemed like a good idea at the time Was what the letter did say Would the recipient a Mr. Tesla Please go out and dig it up right away?
Not to worry because even if this self-same letter were to be lost in the post you couldn't miss the two-foot high Martian standing there who promised to wait and not even budge for forty years if he had to but then he really had to get going P.S. take him a couple apples or something Because he really likes fruit Sincerely yours Albert Einstein.