White Rabbit-Grace Slick
One pill makes you larger.
And one pill makes you small.
And the ones that mother gives you.
Don’t do anything at all.
Go ask Alice when she is 10 feet tall.

White Rabbit-Grace Slick
One pill makes you larger.
And one pill makes you small.
And the ones that mother gives you.
Don’t do anything at all.
Go ask Alice when she is 10 feet tall.

He’s a poet, he’s a picker. He’s a prophet, he’s a pusher.
He’s a pilgrim and a preacher and a problem when he’s stoned.
He’s a walking contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction.
Taking every wrong direction on his lonely way back home.

Well I just got into town about an hour ago. Took a look around see which way the wind blow. Where the little girls in their Hollywood Bungalows.
Are you just a lucky lady in the city of night?
Or just another lost angel? City of night…
I see your hair is burnin.
Hills are on fire.
If they say I never loved you.
Then you know they are a liar.
Drivin down your freeways.
Midnight city roam.
Cops in cars, topless bars
Never saw a woman so alone.
So alone.

Tweeter and the Monkey Man-Traveling Wilbury’s
Tweeter and the Monkey Man were hard up for cash. They stayed up all night selling cocaine and hash.
To an undercover cop who had a sister named Jan. For reasons unexplained she loved the Monkey Man.
Tweeter was a boycott cause he went to Vietnam. Found out the hard way that nobody gives a damn.
Jan got married at 14 to a rackateer named Bill. She made secret calls to the Monkey Man from a mansion on a hill.

A Boy Named Sue – Johnny Cash
My Pa left home when I was 3…
He didn’t leave much for Ma and me.
Except this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.

High Water-Bob Dylan
“Well George Lewis told the English man, the Italian and the Jew. Said, ‘You can’t open your minds boys, to every conceivable point of view.’
They got Charles Darwin out trapped on highway 5. The Judge says to the high sherif. ‘I want him back dead or alive… either one I don’t care. High water everywhere.

All Along the Watchtower-Bob Dylan
There must be some kind of way outta here.
Said the Joker to the Thief.
There is too much confusion.
I can’t get no relief.
No reason to get excited.
The Thief he finally spoke.
“There are many here among us.
That feel life is but a joke.
But uh, you and I have been through that.
And this is not our fate.
Let us stop talking falsely now.
The hour is getting late, hey.”

Oh, Thunder only happens when it’s raining.
Players only love you when they’re playing.
Say, Women they will come and they will go.
When the rain washes you clean, you’ll know.
You’ll know.

Now the roving gambler he was very bored. He tried to create the next world war. He found a promoter who nearly fell off the floor. He said, “I’ve never engaged in this kind of thing before…
But yes I think it can be very easily done. We’ll just put some bleachers out in the sun. And have it out on Highway 61.”

If I seemed to be confused. I didn’t mean to be with you.
When you said I scared you, well I guess you scared me too.
But if it’s love you’re looking for, I guess I can give little more.
And if you’re somewhere drunk and passed out on the floor.
Joey, I’m not angry anymore.

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