World Weary
I'm world weary, world weary, living in a great big town
I find it so dreary so dreary
Everything looks grey or brown
I want an ocean blue
Great big trees
Bird's eye view of the Pyrenees
I want to watch the moon rise up
See the great red sun go down
Watching clouds go by through a windy sky fascinates me
But if I do it in the street every cop I meet simply hates me
Because I'm world weary, world weary
Tired of all these jumping jacks
I want to get right back to nature and relax
Green Carnation
“Pretty boys, witty boys,
Too too too
Lazy to fight stagnation
Haughty boys, naughty boys,
All we do
Is to pursue sensation
The portals of society are always opened wide
The world our eccentricity condones
a note of quaint variety were certain to provide
We dress in very decorative tones
Faded boys, jaded boys
Womankind's
Gift to a bulldog nation
In order to distinguish us from less enlightened minds
We all wear a green carnation.
Zigeuner
Once upon a time,
Many years ago,
Lived a fair princess,
Hating to confess
Loneliness was torturing her so.
Then a gipsy came,
Called to her by name,
Woo'd her with a song
Sensuous and strong,
All the summer long;
Her pa**ion seemed to tremble like a living flame.
Play to me beneath a Summer moon,
Zigeuner!—Zigeuner!—Zigeuner!
All I ask of life is just to listen
To the songs that you sing,
My spirit like a bird on the wing,
Your melodies adoring—soaring!
Call to me with some barbaric tune,
Zigeuner!—Zigeuner!—Zigeuner!
Now you hold me in your power,
Play to me for just an hour
Zigeuner!
The Call of Life
There is a call
That echos sweetly when it is Spring and love is in the air
What e'er befall
Respond to it completely
Though it may bring you sadness and despair
Leave far behind you
The chains that bind you
That love may find you
In joy or strife
Though fate may cheat you
And defeat you
Your youth must answer to the call of life