Blood Sweat & Tears - The Modern Adventures of Plato, Diogenes, and Freu lyrics

(Al Kooper)

Father of my morning,

Once my child to the night

I see that you have minds to cop

And I can only watch the sickened sorrow

Little do you know

of the progressions that you teach

the people that you reach are tired

of livin' in a world of elastic towers

dance with them and sing a song of changes

and talk with them of life and all its dangers

surround yourself with now familiar strangers

who kiss and who hug and eventually mug you of your time

And the clock on the wall is a bore

as you wander past the door

and find him lying on the floor

as he begs you for some more, you frozen smile

You cannot ever picture me

you know me by my thoughts

A file for your travelogue

oblivious to the night, the fog around you

The germs they are rediculous

they bother you at night

the blood that rushes to your brain

the ticket on the plane you're never catching

the price you pay exclusive of your taxes

to chop you up inside with tiny axes

the girl looks up to you from floors she waxes

and speaks to your belt with tears among her eyes

and the clock on the wall is a bore

as you wander past the door

and find him lying on the floor

as he begs you for some more, you frozen smile

The metaphysic wrinkles in the face of what you face

Are hidden by the fake-up man

who lives inside the sterno can beside you

Now climb ye to the mountains

as the sun is almost gone

escaping from your other selves

your brothers hide among the shelves inside you

the games that people play can only bore you

but only those that know you don't ignore you

how many times have I come there to restore you

And caught you lying on the couch with father time

and the clock on the wall is a bore

as you wander past the door

and find him lying on the floor

as he begs you for some more, you frozen smile