Townes Van Zandt - I'll Be Here In The Morning

There's no stronger wind than the one that blows
Down a lonesome railroad line
No prettier sight than looking back
On a town you left behind
There is nothin' that's as real
As a love that's in my mind

Close your eyes
I'll be here in the morning
Close your eyes
I'll be here for a while

There's lots of things along the road
I'd surely like to see
I'd like to lean into the wind
And tell myself I'm free
But your softest whisper's louder
Than the highways call to me

All the mountains and the rivers
And the valleys can't compare
To your blue lit dancin' eyes
And yellow shining hair
I could never hit the open road
And leave you layin' there

Lay your head back easy, love,
Close your cryin' eyes
I'll be layin' here beside you
When the sun comes on the rise
I'll stay as long as the cuckoo wails
And the lonesome bluejay cries.

Au Revoir Simone - Stay Golden

I saw it coming
I just thought that you should know
I'm feeling better every day
I'm only waiting if you stay
So don't feel bad
Your faith was an illusion
And you're as loyal as your faith
Will let you be

Your expectation
It's not hard to live without
I'm feeling better every day
And emptiness still leaves a space
So don't feel bad
You lost all your emotion
And may you find all your relations
Will keep you free

A careless bird is complicated
An empty nest still leaves a space

It's plain to see, the sun won't shine today

But I ain't in the mood for sunshine anyway
Maybe I'll go insane
I got to stop the pain
Or maybe I'll go down to see Kathleen.

A swallow comes and tells me of her dreams
She says she'd like to know just what they mean
I feel like I could die
As I watch her flying by
Ride the north wind down to see Kathleen.

Stars hang high above, the oceans roar
The moon is come to lead me to her door
There's crystal across the sand
And the waves, they take my hand.
Soon I'm gonna see my sweet Kathleen.

Soon I'm gonna see my sweet Kathleen.

Dave Carter - When I Go

Come, lonely hunter, chieftain and king

I will fly like the falcon when I go

Bear me my brother under your wing

I will strike fell like lightning when I go

I will bellow like the thunder drum, invoke the storm of war

A twisting pillar spun of dust and blood up from the prairie floor

I will sweep the foe before me like a gale out on the snow

And the wind will long recount the story, reverence and glory, when I go

Spring, spirit dancer, nimble and thin

I will leap like coyote when I go

Tireless entrancer, lend me your skin

I will run like the gray wolf when I go

I will climb the rise at daybreak, I will kiss the sky at noon

Raise my yearning voice at midnight to my mother in the moon

I will make the lay of long defeat and draw the chorus slow

I'll send this message down the wire and hope that someone wise is listening when I go

And when the sun comes, trumpets from his red house in the east

He will find a standing stone where long I chanted my release

He will send his morning messenger to strike the hammer blow

And I will crumble down uncountable in showers of crimson rubies when I go

Sigh, mournful sister, whisper and turn

I will rattle like dry leaves when I go

Stand in the mist where my fire used to burn

I will camp on the night breeze when I go

And should you glimpse my wandering form out on the borderline

Between death and resurrection and the council of the pines

Do not worry for my comfort, do not sorrow for me so

All your diamond tears will rise up and adorn the sky beside me when I go

Simon And Garfunkel - A Poem On The Underground Wall

The last train is nearly due,
The underground is closing soon,
And in the dark deserted station,
Restless in anticipation,
A man waits in the shadows.

His restless eyes leap and scratch,
At all that they can touch or catch,
And hidden deep within his pocket,
Safe within it's silent socket,
He holds a coloured crayon.

Now from the tunnel's stony womb,
The carriage rides to meet the groom,
And opens wide and welcome doors,
But he hesitates, then withdraws
Deeper in the shadows.
And the train is gone suddenly
On wheels clicking silently
Like a gently tapping litany,
And he holds his crayon rosary
Tighter in his hand.

Now from his pocket quick he flashes,
The crayon on the wall he slashes,
Deep upon the advertising,
A single worded poem comprised
Of four letters.

And his heart is laughing, screaming, pounding
The poem across the tracks rebounding
Shadowed by the exit light
His legs take their ascending flight
To seek the breast of darkness and be suckled by the night.