ady now, sitting on the front porch ...Watching the clouds roll by ...They remind her of her lover, how he left her, and of times long ago, ...ked daisies covered the living room wall ... I want to give you the mountains, the sunshine, ...The sunset too ... and made a drawing of their love, an art ...In the winter they were weavers of warmth, ...In the summer they were carpenters of love ...Until one day the rain fell as thick ...Through the orchard screaming, ...But by the time she got there,... die now, but these paintings are real' ...ove's face watering the flowers, ...Talking to the trees and singing t...And when the wind blew, she knew...ady now, sitting on the front porch ...Watching the clouds roll by ...They remind her of her lover, how he left her, and of times long ago,

In the city of dreams, lies the city's ghost...ty we reach out for the middle ground...In the midst of the sea of dreams lies a perfe...In the sea of tears lies a city g...In the spirit of the morning glow...Well, the people hope that th...The people hope that th...I wanna get a room in New Orleans...I wanna sing in the streets of the French Quarter...I see a sea of smiles...Behind the mask of Mardi Gras...Where the good and the righteous walk...And the wicked as well...I wanna get a room in New Orleans...I wanna sing in the streets of the French Quarter...I wanna brush by the vampires...And I hang the paintings on the wall...I stare at the city, I stare at my...I wanna get a room in New Orleans...I wanna sing in the streets of the French Quarter...I wanna brush by the vampires...I wanna sing out in the streets of the French Quarter...In the city of tears, lies the city's ghost

The blue it speaks so f...It's like the beauty one can bare...here's a green like the peace ...Printed underneath the sheets of ashy snow ...s a blue like where the urban angels go, ve...Now the Calder mobile tips ...round to other paintings here ...eal as they are all the time ...And the sunlight sets the furniture aglow ...I met her at the funeral ...The service starts and we are in the know ...and ain't that true of life? ...d and I in a museum room ...born with a foot in the grave, but not me, of course." ... if to say we're in the know ...Now the painting is desperate, but the crowds wash away ...In a crowd of kind pedestrians wh

His words of truthful vengeance ...hey could pin us to the floor ...And put the fear in a whole lot...The same old painted la...From the brow of a super brain ...But a couple of songs ...art to every bedsit room ...hind a million pair of eyes ... we lost your train of thought ...The paintings are all your own ...Down the old street ... they're writing on the walls

come to Boston for the springtime ...nd they've got lots of room ... You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk ... I'm the number one fan of a man from Tennesse...ome to Denver where the snow falls ... We'll move up into the mountains so high t...ve you" echoes down the canyon ... The California life alo...that looks out over the ocean ...see stars fall from the sky, livin' up on the hill

e come to Boston in the springtime ...nd they've got lots of room ...You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk ...I'm the number one fan of the man from Tennessee'...come to Denver with the snowfall ...We'll move up into the mountains so far th...ve you' echoes down the canyon ...'Cause I'm the number one fan of the man from Tennessee'...But of all the dreams I've lost or...that looks out over the ocean ...tars that fell from the sky ...Livin' up on the hill ...No, no, I'm the number one fan of the man from Tennessee'...'I'm the number one fan of the man from Tennessee'

Smile like windows of the shops at night ...All - the tables & the chairs seem real ...Here - paintings on the walls ...le - to brighten up the darkest day ...ghts flicker from a room at night ...to be just like one of these who smile ...I'm scared of you ...I'm scared of me ...I'm scared of you ...I'm scared of me

COME TO BOSTON FOR THE SPRINGTIME ...ND THEY'VE GOT LOTS OF ROOM ...YOU CAN SELL YOU PAINTINGS ON THE SIDEWALK ...TON AIN'T YOUR KIND OF TOWN" ..."I'M THE NUMBER ONE FAN OF THE MAN FROM TENNESSEE"...COME TO DENVER WITH THE SNOWFALL ...WE'LL MOVE UP INTO THE MOUNTAINS ...VE YOU" ECHOES DOWN THE CANYON ...VER AIN'T YOUR KIND OF TOWN" ..."I'M THE NUMBER ONE FAN OF THE MAN FROM TENNESSEE"...BUT OF ALL THE DREAMS I'VE LOST AN...THAT LOOKS OUT OVER THE OCEAN ...TARS THAT FELL FROM THE SKY ...A' LIVING' UP ON THE HILL ....A. AIN'T YOUR KIND OF TOWN" ..."I'M THE NUMBER ONE FAN OF THE MAN FROM TENNESSEE"

come to Boston for the springtime...d they've got lotsa room...You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk...I'm the number one fan of the man from Tennessee"...come to Denver with the snowfall...We'll move up into the mountains so far th...ve you" echoes down the canyon...Cause I'm the number one fan of the man from Tennessee"...But of all the dreams I've lost or...that looks out over the ocean...tars that fell from the sky...Livin' up on the hill...No, no, I'm the number one fan of the man from Tennessee"..."I'm the number one fan of the man from Tennessee"

come to Boston for the springtime...nd they've got lots of room...You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk...ton ain't your kind of town...I'm the number one fan of the man from Tennessee...come to Denver with the snowfall...We'll move up into the mountains, so far w...ve you' echoes down the canyon...ver ain't your kind of town...I'm the number one fan of the man from Tennessee...But of all the dreams I've lost or...that looks out over the ocean...tars that fell from the sky, livin' up on the hill...L.A ain't your kind of town...I'm the number one fan of the man from Tennessee...I'm the number one fan of the man from Tennessee

Ed was at the end of his rope, an expression he detested. "There is no rope!" he would scream at the laughing walls. "There is only the end. No hope, No rope. Ending is better than mending. Doors of perception, winodws of opportunity- these are illusinos, like the killing floor." Ed spoke in a squeaky whiny voice with perhaps a slight tinge of glee, but this was only because he couldnt be bothered to develop a manner of speaking that truly reflected his mood. "This is a vacuum. There is no air in this room. Despair is no fun anymore. Nihilism knocked three times on the ceiling, but the rosy fingers of dawn always insterted themselves in the nose of unfulfilled promises. Angels sang Heysanna Hosanna. Paralyzed prima-donnas danced in the streets all day, but when the darkness came, everybody went home. I was ready- everyone else was asleep. And while it may have been a relief to see that I was right all along, here I am still: alone and trapped, awaiting the endless end. ...n laugh louder than the walls, the halls, the waterfalls, louder than Charles de Gaul or Fulton Mall, but I don't know what I'm laughing at. I don't know just what I think is so goddman funny. I don't know why I don't just shut up and give up and lay down and die. What do I have to complain about anyway," Ed asked his Picasso, "I'm a millionaire!"! This wasn't actually true. Ed's picasso was an obvious forgery, his three Rothkos had just been singled out in an article in ARTFORUM entitled "The three most insignificant paintings of Mark Rothko," and his Barbara Kruegers had been irreparably damaged by Rein Sanction and a few other bands from Gainsville that refused to acknowledge the value of art. ..."Come to think of it," Ed mused to the laminated roadkill coffee table that he had purchased when times had seem slightly less bleak, "Come to think of it, not only does art have no intrinsic value, but my collection has no extrinsic value either. I know I'm not a millionaire, but that's no reason to complain. There is no reason to complain. There is no reason to do anything. I don't believe in reason, objective reality, or collective farming. I don't believe in public speaking, which is another reason why I'm here alone. I don't believe in life or death. I would kill myself, but I don't believe in suicide." Ed put on a red shirt and took a quick walk around the block while whistling softly to himself. He reentered his apartment screaming. "There is no life on this planet! Jehovah-One replaced all life with machinery five centuries ago. The so-called industrial revolution was just another hoax and we all fell for it, 'cause we were all programmed to. Even I fell for it, I believe in the steam engine, even though I don't believe in anything. Logical inconsistancy is the Mr.Bubble I bathe in each and every evening, except yesterday evening, when I rollerbladed over to the masonic temple to play pinochle with Pope John Paul the First. I really had no choice in the matter." "Ed certainly could go on and on, and he did, and he would, and he will, until you or I or somebody does something aobut it." Senator Sterno of Louisiana announced over closed circuit television. "And as long as he continues to pontificate pointlessly, I will do nothing." Ed walked away from the program feeling fortified and stapled. His brain was buzzing, the way it always did after watching Jeapordy. He loaded up the microbus with Atlas...s and laundry lists of nonsense. I shall drive without a license, without clothing, without direction and if I make it to Arkansas fine, and if I'm running late, If I'm running a numbers game, it doesn't matter. I shall keep on running, yes This is the answer. This is the ending. I shall kee

COME TO BOSTON FOR THE SPRINGTIME ...ND THEY'VE GOT LOTS OF ROOM ...YOU CAN SELL YOU PAINTINGS ON THE SIDEWALK ...TON AIN'T YOUR KIND OF TOWN" ..."I'M THE NUMBER ONE FAN OF THE MAN FROM TENNESSEE"...COME TO DENVER WITH THE SNOWFALL ...WE'LL MOVE UP INTO THE MOUNTAINS ...VE YOU" ECHOES DOWN THE CANYON ...VER AIN'T YOUR KIND OF TOWN" ..."I'M THE NUMBER ONE FAN OF THE MAN FROM TENNESSEE"...BUT OF ALL THE DREAMS I'VE LOST AN...THAT LOOKS OUT OVER THE OCEAN ...TARS THAT FELL FROM THE SKY ...A' LIVING' UP ON THE HILL ....A. AIN'T YOUR KIND OF TOWN" ..."I'M THE NUMBER ONE FAN OF THE MAN FROM TENNESSEE"

come to Boston for the Springtime ...nd they've got lots of room ...You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk ..."I'm the number one fan of the man from Tennessee"...come to Denver with the snowfall ...We'll move up into the mountains so far th...ve you" echoes down the canyon ..."'Cause I'm the number one fan of the man from Tennessee"...But of all the dreams I've lost or...that looks out over the ocean ...tars that fell from the sky ...Livin' up on the hill ..."No, no, I'm the number one fan of the man from Tennessee"..."I'm the number one fan of the man from Tennessee"

In those Italian paintings ...It's part of your make-up ...You speak the language of hunger ...Where is the honor in hurting a ...You won't give him the pleasure of seeing you cry ...Living your life the best that you can ...th a childhood full of not enough ...When you're in the room ...'m always amazed at the things that you do ...There's a raft on the river

come to Boston for the spring time ...nd they've got lots of room ...You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk ...ton ain't your kind of town ...I'm the number one fan of the man from Tennessee ...come to Denver with the snow fall ...We'll move up into the mountains ...ove you echoes down the canyon ...ver ain't your kind of town ...I'm the number one fan of the man from Tennessee ...But of all the dreams I've lost or...that looks out over the ocean ...tars that fell from the sky ...Livin' up on the hill ... A. ain't your kind of town ...I'm the number one fan of the man from Tennessee ...I'm the number one fan of the man from Tennessee