most of the rest of it is about image or the beat or the sound, or else it’s a tribal thing.
AL STEWARTmost of the rest of it is about image or the beat or the sound, or else it’s a tribal thing.
AL STEWARTMovie queens diffuse into Cinema haze, while libertines read pornozines in street cafes.
AL STEWARTJimi Hendrix played loud and free, Sergeant Pepper was real to me.
AL STEWARTCountry & western, rap, heavy metal, with historical folk rock off in some kind of cult.
AL STEWARTYou reach out your hand, but you’re all alone, in those time passages.
AL STEWARTLooking so cool, his greed is hard to conceal, he’s fresh out of law school.
AL STEWARTThe literati in their cellarsPerform semantic tarantellas.I wish I did it half as well as them.
AL STEWARTDo you remember the church across the sands? You stood outside and planned to travel the lands, where the pilgrims go.
AL STEWARTAnd peer down the highway from here to eternity and reach out for love on the run.
AL STEWARTLouis Armstrong playing trumpet on the Judgment Day.
AL STEWARTAnd all the songs I ever sung each one of them untied me And all the girls I ever loved have left themselves inside me.
AL STEWARTYou go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre, contemplating a crime. She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running like a watercolor in the rain.
AL STEWARTShe doesn’t give you time for questions as she locks up your arms in hers. And you follow till your sense of direction completely disappears.
AL STEWARTNothing that’s forced can ever be right, if it doesn’t come naturally, leave it.
AL STEWARTI know there’s a big bad world out there, but I rarely come across it.
AL STEWARTSomeone said they saw you in Nepal a long time back. Tell me why you look away, don’t you have a word to say?
AL STEWART