YOU HAVEN'T FOUND IT YET
You haven't found it yet,
Haven't found it yet.
Look at the glass, turn your head
You haven't found it yet.
Moving down the lane inside
It's flashy Camden Town
It's that London lyric again
You haven't found it yet.
Impulses crowd your head
Too much to be absorbed
You're into the top shackle
Mental saw-down of your head.*
Which bemoans a simple fact.
You haven't found it yet.
It seemed so clear in bed
It's dark but your legs, they are dead
Your pen is encombed in mattress
You're not going to get it yet
You haven't found it yet
You're dying but still warm
Put this writing on your tomb
Spit out with dying breath
You haven't found it yet.
I dictate
Transcribe
Relations
Dear Cousin
It's destiny.
The grist that curtails the mill
shall make us strong
Im Not in Love
Sundown in the Paris of the prairies
Wheat kings have all their treasures buried
And all you hear are the rusty breezes
Pushing around the weather vane Jesus
In his Zippo lighter, he sees the killer's face
Maybe it's someone standing in a killer's place
Twenty years for nothing, well that's nothing new,
besides, No one's interested in something you didn't do
Wheat kings and pretty things,
let's just see what the morning brings.
There's a dream he dreams where the high school is dead and stark
It's a museum and we're all locked up in it after dark
Whe
Wheat kings have all their treasures buried
And all you hear are the rusty breezes
Pushing around the weather vane Jesus
In his Zippo lighter, he sees the killer's face
Maybe it's someone standing in a killer's place
Twenty years for nothing, well that's nothing new,
besides, No one's interested in something you didn't do
Wheat kings and pretty things,
let's just see what the morning brings.
There's a dream he dreams where the high school is dead and stark
It's a museum and we're all locked up in it after dark
Whe