Yellow Girl

Stonecold There's a baby in the subway She's sitting on a piece of card She wants your money Nothing else from you Your other offers leave her cold Stonecold! you have left the babies stonecold and we like it when its stonecold we never want to live indoors no more, no, more, indoors no more Put it in your mouth and drink it Put it in your head and keep you warm We will take your sht and eat it, and we don't want no more from you chorus* There's a baby in the subway he likes to feel the cold and rain he likes to be out in a streetfright getting killers for the pain Your other offers leave him cold *chorus* Strange Kisses You are so beautiful and strange to me I never knew this could be love If this were heaven I'd be dancing here There is nothing more I want Send our defiance To the world out there There is no fear of dying In this game, in this game, in this game You are so clear and so mysterious I know you but I cannot know The life in you is not for me to see How can I hold this in my arms? *chorus* You are so gentle and so strong to me I came alive in your desire You never tell me I just have to see That you are everything I need *chorus* *Scarlet Begonias (Garcia)* with Sage Pender As I was walkin' through Grosvenor Square Not a chill to the winter but a nip to the air, From the other direction, she was calling my eye, It could be an illusion, but I might as well try, might as well try. She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes. And I knew without askin' she was into the blues. She wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curls, I knew right away she was not like other girls, other girls. ( & so on: Live From The Mars Hotel) Pain (slight reprise) Every moment an embattled island Nothing behind nothing before Bubbles bursting on the cliff's edge But I can live here, only live here, I can still live here	*YELLOW GIRL*	Flowers My first dress was red and wild It screams to me At the full moon and in the night A sheath of petal pink encloses me Always want to cover it I'm afraid Of it tearing.... This band of gypsy warriors Has braved the countryside They are my dearest company My pleasure and my pride And no man No man! (Or sweet loving woman-) Can ever take their place I was green when I was growing wrapped in silk and dirt and cobwebs had a heart but barely showing- I have worn blue for madness Burning off the end of colour where the light's too short for seeing and I'm afraid to follow *chorus* I have been yellow like the sun I have been silver like the day's work done And when they cut me I have bled violets on thefire *chorus* Insomnia All through the day I carry me around Dancing with The black dog At my throat But when I lie down In this scrape of mental ground Where I may hide Through the stolen hours of darkness Then I start living! I move around I'm up and down I duck and dive I'm everywhere Oh I'm so full of life and action On this thorny bed of freedom! All through the day I turn my head to see The dead eyes on that sad girl where the hell you been?, I ask her- *chorus* ...this thorny bed of freedom is the best thing in my life Love (is like water) Solo guitar, Ax Preston Love is like water It runs downhill It takes the line of least resistance Love is like fire It takes fuel to burn There is no love Withour a lover Love is like air It clings, it spins It sinks down to the deepest caverns It climbs to the high mountains Where we can't stay Because the air up there is so pure, no one can breathe it Love is like earth It's a place to be buried It's a shroud, in the dark We're all going there, back there, deep down into the earth, into the fire into the waters


	Rest Harrow I have seen birds in the bushes I have heard the sweet birds sing I have seen the maiden blushes of the ploughboy and his girl I have lain down in the hedgerow Where the bold flowers come to feed On the scraps from the rich man's table, and running through the sheaves I have heard the words she whispers as he ploughs her Let the sun come up tomorrow Let the sun go down tonight Let the ploughshare and the harrow work and rest, work and rest Let the ploughshare and the harrow work and rest I have seen the brown earth open as the bright blade turns her over I have seen the seed come leaping like the owl that stoops the stubble taking meat, taking and giving I have heard the words she whispers as he ploughs her Let the sun come up tomorrow Let the sun go down tonight Let the ploughshare and the harrow Work and rest Work and rest But that's all over That's all over Sugar Cane Bow Sa, re, ga, ma Pa, dha, ni! Which god is notorious In the neighbourhood? Eh, it's the god of fcking And his sugar cane bow oh, oh, oh Sugar cane bow! Sa, ga, pa, ni dha, ma, re Om is in the fires Om is in the breath Eh, but swaying on his lap I hold all the rest oh, oh, oh Sugar cane bow oh, oh, oh Sugar Cane Bow! My sweet lord of fcking And his sugar cane bow! lyric, after Gita Mehta, A River Sutra The Lady With The Braid (Dory Previn) Would you care to stay til sunrise It's completely your decision It's just the night cuts through me like a knife... (& so on: Iguanas & Kings)