The walls of books around him, dense with the past, formed a kind of insulation against the present world and its disasters.
Ross MacDonald
Jesse rides through the night
Under the Main Street light
Ridin' slow
This ol' town, ain't the same
Now nobody knows his name
Roll up roll up for the Mystery Tour
Roll up roll up for the Mystery Tour
Roll up
That's an invitation
Roll up for the Mystery Tour
words and music by Arlo Guthrie
Beneath this balcony of stars
Beyond the searchlight stage where we've become
The stuff of time amid the waves
Whose nets are cast along the shore when day is done
I would say I'm sorry
If I thought that it would change your mind
But I know that this time
I have said too much
Been too unkind
You make me feel again
Slide across my skin again
Let me uncover you
To rediscover you
And I will open up
C
ứ im lặng cứ ở bên cạnh nhauCứ dày vò nỗi đau mình em thấu
Đến bây giờ hai chúng ta chẳng thể như lúc đầu
Em im lặng anh cũng không bận tâm
Cứ như vậy biết đến khi nào đây
Dẫu bên cạnh thế nhưng thật xa lắm
[Chorus]
Why was I the last to know that you
Weren't coming to my show you could of
Called me up to say "good luck"
You could of called me back you stupid ****
Why was I the last to know?
Just take those old records off the shelf
I'll sit and listen to 'em by myself
Today's music ain't got the same soul
I like that old time rock 'n' roll
Don't try to take me to a disco
Oh yeah, crazy how right out of the blue
I bumped into you today
And I forgot the reasons why
Why I went away?
Funny how fate opens the door
Oh Texas can you hear me?
Speed up on the dawn.
To the plains and blues of Houston
In the sun.
Where home is a rust
