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Sunflower

Rose girls in glass vases
Perfect bodies, perfect faces
They all belong in magazines
 
Those girls the boys are chasing
Winning all the games they're playing
They're always in a different league
 
Stretching toward the sky like I don't care
Wishing you could see me standing there
 
But I'm a sunflower, a little funny
If I were a rose, maybe you'd want me
 
If I could, I'd change overnight
I'd turn into something you'd like
 
But I'm a sunflower, a little funny
If I were a rose, maybe you'd pick me
 
But I know you don't have a clue
This sunflower's waiting for you, waiting for you
 
No thorns in this dimension
Hiding this fear of rejection
This high I've never felt so small
 
Not used to this attention
Permanently in suspension
I wish I didn't care at all
 
Stretching toward the sky like I don't care
Wishing you could see me standing there
 
But I'm a sunflower, a little funny
If I were a rose, maybe you'd want me
 
If I could, I'd change overnight
I'd turn into something you'd like
 
But I’m a sunflower, a little funny
If I were a rose, maybe you’d pick me
 
But I know you don’t have a clue
This sunflower's waiting for you, waiting for you
 
But I’m a sunflower, a little funny
If I were a rose, maybe you’d pick me
 
But I know you don’t have a clue
This sunflower's waiting for you, waiting for you
 

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Send his love to me

Lover had to leave me
Cross the desert plain
Turned to me, his lady
Tells me 'lover wait'
 
Calling Jesus, please
Send his love to me
 
Oh, wind and rain may haunt me
Look to the north and pray
Send me, please, his kisses
Send them home today
 
I'm begging Jesus, please
Send his love to me
 
Left alone in desert
This house becomes a hell
This love becomes a tether
This room becomes a cell
 
Mummy, Daddy, please
Send him back to me
 
How long must I suffer?
Dear god, I've served my time
This love becomes my torture
This love, my only crime
 
Lover please release me
My arms too weak to grip
My eyes too dry for weeping
My lips too dry to kiss
 
Calling Jesus, please
Send his love to me
 
I'm begging Jesus, please
Send his love to me
 

Song Of Myself, XV

The pure contralto sings in the organ loft,
The carpenter dresses his plank, the tongue of his foreplane whistles its wild ascending lisp,
The married and unmarried children ride home to their Thanks- giving dinner,
The pilot seizes the king-pin, he heaves down with a strong arm,
The mate stands braced in the whale-boat, lance and harpoon are ready,
The duck-shooter walks by silent and cautious stretches,
The deacons are ordain'd with cross'd hands at the altar,
The spinning-girl retreats and advances to the hum of the big wheel,
The farmer stops by the bars as he walks on a First-day loafe and looks at the oats and rye,
The lunatic is carried at last to the asylum a confirm'd case,
(He will never sleep any more as he did in the cot in his mother's bed-room;)
The jour printer with gray head and gaunt jaws works at his case,
He turns his quid of tobacco while his eyes blurr with the manu- script;
The malform'd limbs are tied to the surgeon's table,
What is removed drops horribly in a pail;
The quadroon girl is sold at the auction-stand, the drunkard nods by the bar-room stove,
The machinist rolls up his sleeves, the policeman travels his beat, the gate-keeper marks who pass,
The young fellow drives the express-wagon, (I love him, though I do not know him;)
The half-breed straps on his light boots to compete in the race,
The western turkey-shooting draws old and young, some lean on their rifles, some sit on logs,
Out from the crowd steps the marksman, takes his position, levels his piece;
The groups of newly-come immigrants cover the wharf or levee,
As the woolly-pates hoe in the sugar-field, the overseer views them from his saddle,
The bugle calls in the ball-room, the gentlemen run for their part- ners, the dancers bow to each other,
The youth lies awake in the cedar-roof'd garret and harks to the musical rain,
The Wolverine sets traps on the creek that helps fill the Huron,
The squaw wrapt in her yellow-hemm'd cloth is offering moccasins and bead-bags for sale,
The connoisseur peers along the exhibition-gallery with half-shut eyes bent sideways,
As the deck-hands make fast the steamboat the plank is thrown for the shore-going passengers,
The young sister holds out the skein while the elder sister winds it off in a ball, and stops now and then for the knots,
The one-year wife is recovering and happy having a week ago borne her first child,
The clean-hair'd Yankee girl works with her sewing-machine or in the factory or mill,
The paving-man leans on his two-handed rammer, the reporter's
lead flies swiftly over the note-book, the sign-painter is lettering with blue and gold,
The canal boy trots on the tow-path, the book-keeper counts at his desk, the shoemaker waxes his thread,
The conductor beats time for the band and all the performers follow him,
The child is baptized, the convert is making his first professions,
The regatta is spread on the bay, the race is begun, (how the white sails sparkle!)
The drover watching his drove sings out to them that would stray,
The pedler sweats with his pack on his back, (the purchaser hig- gling about the odd cent;)
The bride unrumples her white dress, the minute-hand of the clock moves slowly,
The opium-eater reclines with rigid head and just-open'd lips,
The prostitute draggles her shawl, her bonnet bobs on her tipsy and pimpled neck,
The crowd laugh at her blackguard oaths, the men jeer and wink to each other,
(Miserable! I do not laugh at your oaths nor jeer you;)
The President holding a cabinet council is surrounded by the great Secretaries,
On the piazza walk three matrons stately and friendly with twined arms,
The crew of the fish-smack pack repeated layers of halibut in the hold,
The Missourian crosses the plains toting his wares and his cattle,
As the fare-collector goes through the train he gives notice by the jingling of loose change,
The floor-men are laying the floor, the tinners are tinning the roof, the masons are calling for mortar,
In single file each shouldering his hod pass onward the laborers;
Seasons pursuing each other the indescribable crowd is gather'd,
it is the fourth of Seventh-month, (what salutes of cannon and small arms!)
Seasons pursuing each other the plougher ploughs, the mower mows, and the winter-grain falls in the ground;
Off on the lakes the pike-fisher watches and waits by the hole in the frozen surface,
The stumps stand thick round the clearing, the squatter strikes deep with his axe,
Flatboatmen make fast towards dusk near the cotton-wood or pecan-trees,
Coon-seekers go through the regions of the Red river or through
those drain'd by the Tennessee, or through those of the Arkansas,
Torches shine in the dark that hangs on the Chattahooche or Altamahaw,
Patriarchs sit at supper with sons and grandsons and great-grand- sons around them,
In walls of adobie, in canvas tents, rest hunters and trappers after their day's sport,
The city sleeps and the country sleeps,
The living sleep for their time, the dead sleep for their time,
The old husband sleeps by his wife and the young husband sleeps by his wife;
And these tend inward to me, and I tend outward to them,
And such as it is to be of these more or less I am,
And of these one and all I weave the song of myself.

Lost Boys

Game face, getting why so serious, child
You're like a boy, delirious
When you say, 'Is this town worth living in, living in?'
Is this town worth living in?
 
Cos all the girls and boys in the city, well
Just care about things like, 'How does my hair look?' (very nice, very nice)
Saying, 'How does my hair look?' (very nice)
 
Because we’re oh so scared of you
We’re oh so scared of you
We’re oh so scared of you
 
Do you remember when we spotted him? All suited and booted
She said you’re living in a cellophane house, you're never leaving
You're living in a cellophane house, you're never leaving
 
She said, 'Use your fangs and my spare time
Come on in the car you'll have a great time'
You say, 'is this town worth living in, living in?'
Is this town worth living in?
 
Because we’re oh so scared of you
We’re oh so scared of you
We’re oh so scared of you
 
Because you’re living in a cellophane house you're never leaving
Living in a cellophane house you're never leaving
Well you’re, you’re in a cellophane house you're never leaving
Living in a cellophane house you're never leaving
 
Because we’re oh so scared of you
We’re oh so scared of you
We’re oh so scared of you
Because we’re oh so scared of you
We’re oh so scared of you
We’re oh so scared of you
 
Because you’re living in a cellophane house you're never leaving
Living in a cellophane house you're never leaving
Well you’re, you’re in a cellophane house you're never leaving
Living in a cellophane house you're never leaving
 

The King

Crush always making me feel like I got nothing to offer
But I'm the only one that can make you feel right
I’m the only one that you think of at night
Baby, don't lie
You're always talking to me like you’re totally bothered
So why you always ring at the end of my line?
Don't you got a girl that can make you feel nice?
It's a dead sign
 
You see me as your lifeline
Other boys and girls never really made you feel right
And you can't explain why I'm always 'round in your mind
Don't you see the answer's right in front of your eyes?
 
You like me, well obviously
So why you trying to leave when you know that I’m the king?
(You’ll see) 'Cause I’m supreme (Choose me)
Other lovers give you no luck
'Cause I'm the only one that has made you fall in love
(You'll see) So just shut up (Choose me)
 
Babes always flirting away, getting every number
And you can have your fun ’cause I know that it's fake
I know when you're done you'll come running my way
So I let you
Date everyone and complain that you can't find a lover
'Cause I'm the only one when the chemistry fades
I'm the only one at the end of the day, kinda cliché
 
You see me as your lifeline
Other boys and girls never really made you feel right
And you can't explain why I'm always 'round in your mind
Don't you see the answer's right in front of your eyes?
 
You like me, well obviously
So why you trying to leave when you know that I'm the king?
(You'll see) 'Cause I'm supreme (Choose me)
Other lovers give you no luck
'Cause I'm the only one that has made you fall in love
(You'll see) So just shut up (Choose me)
 
I'm the one you come to when you're feeling alone
And I'm the only one who's gonna pick up the phone
Looking for the one, but it's me all along (Choose me)
Baby, I'm the one, yeah, that's something you've known
No, I'm not a quitter, yeah, I get what I want
Playing with your heart 'cause you give me the throne
Choose me
 
You like me, well obviously
So why you trying to leave when you know that I'm the king?
(You'll see) 'Cause I'm supreme (Choose me)
Other lovers give you no luck
'Cause I'm the only one that has made you fall in love
(You'll see) So just shut up (Choose me)