I’m sending a letter I’ll send it right to you I’ll send it to memphis I know that someday Everything I needed and I wanted Used to be that my head was haunted And all these sirens they make me mad And all this violence it brings me down I feel strong I feel lucky

…or is life plainly sick and cruel, instead?




haven’t had a dream in a long time…

johnny’s in the basement, mixing up the medicine I’m on the pavement, thinking about the government The man in the trench coat, badge out, laid off Says “He’s got a bad cough, wants to get it paid off” Look out kid, it’s somethin’ you did God knows when but you’re doin’ it again You better duck down the alley way, lookin’ for a new friend The man in the coon-skin cap, in the big pen Wants eleven dollar bills, you only got ten

thirty minutes on the corner of fourth & market on a foggy san francisco afternoon…