Dog

What's my name?

Sounds like nothing, a naught 

This fire burns the same 

It just no longer hurts

To feel no shame

Well ain't that worse than a dog

This fire burns the same 

We just no longer talk

What's my name?

Scott Matthew

All Along the Watchtower

There must be some kind of way outta here

Said the joker to the thief

There's too much confusion

I can't get no relief

Business men, they drink my wine

Plowman dig my earth

None were level on the mind

Nobody up at his word

Hey, hey

No reason to get excited

The thief he kindly spoke

There are many here among us

Who feel that life is but a joke

But, uh, but you and I, we've been through that

And this is not our fate

So let us stop talkin' falsely now

The hour's getting late, hey

All along the watchtower

Princes kept the view

While all the women came and went

Barefoot servants, too

Outside in the cold distance 

A wildcat did growl

Two riders were approaching

And the wind began to howl

Jimi Hendrix

Moonchild

 

Call her moonchild 

Dancing in the shallows of a river 

Lovely moonchild 

Dreaming in the shadow 

Of the willow. 

Talking to the trees of the 

Cobweb strange 

Sleeping on the steps of a fountain 

Waving silver wands to the 

Night-birds song 

Waiting for the sun on the mountain. 

She's a moonchild 

Gathering the flowers in a garden. 

Lovely moonchild 

Drifting on the echoes of the hours. 

Sailing on the wind 

In a milk white gown 

Dropping circle stones on a sun dial 

Playing hide and seek 

With the ghosts of dawn 

Waiting for a smile from a sun child.

King Crimson