Lyrics:
the Walt Whitman Bridge back to Philly
I toss and turn at four in the morning
Petrified of where our future's going
'Cause you're the kind of girl that
hope that it hides until I die
I love where I roam, Walt Whitman guide me home
Oh, Walt Whitman guide me home
Or could it be that our generation's
the homeless lad, I'm the orphan child, leaves of grass sewn through my hair
Yeah, me and old Walt Whitman, we're the men from god knows where
I've rode
from the sky
Sweet memories cloud up my eye
Like the night we fell, the day we wed
Remember what Walt Whitman said:
We were together
We carried the same
again
I'm going to get through Walt Whitman
I'm going to be in bed by ten
The Roller Girls are rolling and the rocking boys are rocking
Am I just
The last car on the line
I guess you're back doing time
The ghost of Christmas past
Left Walt Whitman in the trash
[Chorus]
You started out
The last car on the line
I guess you're back doing time
The ghost of Christmas past
Left Walt Whitman in the trash
[Chorus]
You started out
over my fellow passengers
At the window,
Where I saw a blue quilt of clouds
Many thousand feet below.
And I began to imagine
That my hero, Walt Whitman
Lawyer
Embraces scruffed corpse of Walt Whitman
Oswald Defense Lawyer
Embraces the scruffed corpse of Mark Twain
Decent lawyer fishes in buckskin hat
wallet containing five dollars
in confederate money and nine newspaper clippings
that there is walt whitman's pen
it sat in his hand and drank ink
across the street
Walt Whitman sounds right to me
It ends with a question mark
Read between the lines
Crossword puzzle
When the answer finally comes to us
meaning to the word Freedom.
Walt Whitman, a young newspaperman destined to become America's
greatest poet wrote : "Future years will never know
left us infinity
And well pressed pages torn to fade
Drive on with wild abandon
Uptempo, frenzied heels
Rave on, Walt Whitman, nose down in wet
us infinity
And well pressed pages torn to fade
Drive on with wild abandon
Up tempo, frenzied heels
Rave on, Walt Whitman, nose down in wet grass
Rave
Vietnam
Killed children and mainlined
Swore allegiance and swore, and still hate Puerto Ricans
Ecology, cosmology
Walt Whitman's white beard,
of Myself, by Walt Whitman. The poem was first published by Whitman in 1855 as part of the book Leaves of Grass.
Walt Whitman was a hippie
Said that nothing could be lost
If I only was a half that wise
I wouldn't be walking to get sauced whisky
Now Mozart was
Rogers roast beef sandwich!
Thomas Edison!
Grover Cleveland!
John Fenwick!
Joyce Kilmer!
Clara Barton!
Vince Lombardi!
Walt Whitman
And as well as I could recall
Or my seaman buddy could recollect
The girl had told us that she was a niece of Walt Whitman
But not which niece
And it takes
homework
But I was in class,
'Til I started skipping
Young Walt Whitman
Young Bruce Wayne
Young Walt Disney
I don't really like it when you dumb-talk to me
I
of whitman's bridge
Green arches in the western sky frame fading images
Of the city of roses
Of the city of roses
Of the city of roses
Of the city of roses
"there's hope in poetry, comfort in fiction
like the voice of walt whitman, for example.
i have noticed something
you will have noticed it too
we
Well, the deranged midnight stalker says it
Garcia Lorca says it
The hit man, Walt Whitman
And the halitotic talker
Babe, I'm on fire
Yeah, babe, I'm
Well, the deranged midnight stalker says it
Garcia Lorca says it
The hit man, Walt Whitman
And the halitotic talker
Babe, I'm on fire
Yeah, babe, I'm
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