In the world’s mighty gallery of pictures / There’re scenes that are painted from life / Scenes of youth and of beauty / Scenes of hardship and strife / Scenes of wealth and of plenty / Old age and the blushing young bride / Hang on the wall – but the saddest of all / […]

The moon is yellow silver / Oh the things that summer brings / It’s a love you’d kill for / And all the world is green / He is balancing a diamond / On a blade of grass / The dew will settle on our graves / When all the world is green (Tom Waits)

My neighbors all see me stumblin’ home / They c’n see there’s somethin’ perty bad wrong / They hear me singin’ th’ wrong kinda song / Just ‘cause my bed’s been empty too long (Words by Woody Guthrie, Music by Yim Yames)