Eithne

White Rabbit

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's ten feet tall

 

And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall
Tell 'em a hookah-smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call
Call Alice
When she was just small

 

When the men on the chessboard
Get up and tell you where to go
And you've just had some kind of mushroom
And your mind is moving slow
Go ask Alice
I think she'll know

 

When logic and proportion
Have fallen softly dead
And the White Knight is talking backwards
And the Red Queen's off her head
Remember what the dormouse said
Feed your head
Feed your head

 

Jefferson Airplane

 

Me and Bobby McGee

 

Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train
I was feelin' near as faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained
He rode us all the way to New Orleans

I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana
I was playin' soft while Bobby sang the blues
Windshield wipers slappin' time, I was holdin' Bobby's hand in mine
We sang every song that driver knew

 

Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin', don't mean nothin' but it's free, 
feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues
You know feelin' good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee

 

From the Kentucky coal mines to the California sun
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done
Yeah, Bobby baby, kept me from the cold

One day up near Salinas, Lord, I let him slip away
He's lookin' for that home, and I hope he finds it
But I'd trade all of my tomorrows, for one single yesterday
To be holdin' Bobby's body next to mine

 

Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin', and that's all that Bobby left me, yeah
But feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues
and feelin' good was good enough for me, mmm-hmm
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee

Janis Joplin

 

Shooting Star

 

He was crazy of course
From the first she must have known it
But still she went on with him
And she never once had shown it
And she took him off the street
And she dried his tears of grieving
She listened to his visions
She believed in his believings

 

Oh, he was the sun burning bright and brittle
And she was the moon shining back his light a little
He was a shooting star
She was softer and more slowly
He could not make things possible
But, she could make them holy

 

He was dancing to some music
No one else had ever heard
He'd speak in unknown languages
She would translate every word
And then when the world was laughing
At his castles in the sky
She'd hold him in her body
Till he once again could fly

 

Oh, he was the sun burning bright and brittle
And she was the moon shining back his light a little
He was a shooting star
She was softer and more slowly
He could not make things possible
But, she could make them holy

 

Well, she gave him a daughter
And she gave him a son
She was a mother, and a wife,
And a lover when the day was done
He was too far gone for giving love
What he offered in its stead
Was the knowledge she was the only thing
That was not in his head

 

He took off East one morning
Towards the rising sun's red glow
She knew he was going nowhere
But of course she let him go
And as she stood and watched him dwindle
Much too empty to be sad
He reappeared beside her saying,
"You're all I've ever had"

 

Oh, he was the sun burning bright and brittle
And she was the moon shining back his light a little
He was a shooting star
She was softer and more slowly
He could not make things possible
But, she could make them holy
Holy

 

Harry Chapin

 

Don't let it bring you down

Old man lying by the side of the road
With the lorries rolling by
Blue moon sinking from the weight of the load
And the buildings scrape the sky
Cold wind ripping down the alley at dawn
And the morning paper flies
Dead man lying by the side of the road
With the daylight in his eyes

Don't let it bring you down
It's only castles burning
Find someone who's turning
And you will come around

 

Blind man running through the light of the night
With an answer in his hand
Come on down to the river of sight
And you can really understand
Red lights flashing through the window in the rain
Can you hear the sirens moan?
White cane lying in a gutter in the lane
If you're walking home alone

Don't let it bring you down
It's only castles burning
Find someone who's turning
And you will come around

 

Don't let it bring you down
It's only castles burning
Just find someone who's turning
And you will come around

Don't let it bring you down
It's only castles burning
Just find someone who's turning
And you will come around

 

 

 

 

Don't bogart that joint

Roll another one

Just like the other one

you've been holding on to it

and I sure would like a hit

Don't bogart that joint, my friend
pass it over to me

Don't bogart that joint, my friend

pass it over to me

 

Little Feat

 

Dixie Chicken

 

I've seen the bright lights of Memphis and the Commodore Hotel
where underneath a streetlamp, I met a southern belle
Well, she took me to the river, where she cast her spell
And in that southern moonlight, she sang her song so well

 

If you'll be my Dixie chicken, I'll be your Tennessee lamb
And we can walk together down in Dixieland
Down in Dixieland

 

Well, we made all the hot spots, my money flowed like wine
Then that low down southern whiskey began to fog my mind
And I don't remember church bells or the money I put down
On the white picket fence and boardwalk of the house at the edge of town
Oh, but boy, do I remember the strain of her refrain
The nights we spent together, and the way she called my name

 

If you'll be my Dixie chicken, I'll be your Tennessee lamb
And we can walk together down in Dixieland
Down in Dixieland

 

Well, it's been a year since she ran away
guess that guitar player sure could play
She always liked to sing along, she's always handy with a song
Then one night in the lobby, yeah, of the Commodore Hotel
I chanced to meet a bartender who said he knew her well
And as he handed me a drink, he began to hum a song
And all the boys there, at the bar, began to sing along

If you'll be my Dixie chicken, I'll be your Tennessee lamb
And we can walk together down in Dixieland
Down in Dixieland

 

Little Feat