The Soft Parade (PBS Studios, Wnet; New York, Ny; April 28, 1969)

歌詞

I am troubled immeasurably by your eyes I am struck by the feather Of your soft reply The sound of glass speaks quick disdain And conceals what your eyes fight to explain When I was back there in seminary school There was a person there who put forth the proposition That you can petition the Lord with prayer Petition the Lord with prayer Petition the Lord with prayer You cannot petition the Lord with prayer! Can you give me sanctuary? I must find a place to hide A place for me to hide Can you find me soft asylum? I can't make it any more The man is at the door Peppermint miniskirts, chocolate candy Champion sax and a girl named Sandy There's only four ways to get it unraveled One is to sleep and the other is travel but now One is a bandit up in the hills One is to love your neighbor 'til His wife gets home Catacombs Nursery bones Winter women growing stones Carrying babies to the river Streets and shoes Avenues Leather riders selling news The monk bought lunch (Yeah, he bought a little. Yes, he did! Yow!) (This is the best part of the trip This is the trip The best part I really like What?) (Yeah! Yeah, yow... Pretty good, huh? Ha!) (Yeah, I'm proud to be a part of this number) Successful hills are here to stay Everything must be this way Gentle street where people play Welcome to the soft parade All our lives we sweat and save Building for a shallow grave Must be something else, we say Somehow to defend this place Everything must be this way Everything must be this way (Yeah!) The soft parade has now begun Listen to the Injuns howl People out to have some fun Cobra on my left Leopard on my right (Yeah!) Deer woman in a silk dress Girls with beads around their necks Kiss the hunter of the green vest To his recipe for With lions in the night Out of sight The lights are getting brighter The radio is moaning Calling to the dogs There are still a few animals Left out in the yard But it's getting harder To describe sailors To the underfed Tropic corridor Tropic treasure What got us this far To this mild equator We need someone or something new Something else to get us through, yeah (Come on) Calling on the dogs Calling on the dogs But it's getting harder Calling on the dogs Calling on the dogs Calling in the dogs Calling all the dogs Calling on the gods You gotta meet me, a few animals, at the crossroads You gotta meet me, at the edge of town Outskirts of the city You and I And the evening sky You'd better come alone You'd better bring your gun We're gonna have some fun Just you and I When all else fails We can whip the horses' eyes And make them sleep And cry