| One of us cannot be wrong (1968-1988) |
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I'd like to close with a song called
"One Of Us Cannot Be Wrong" in which I feature the playing of my
hands. I play hands at a crucial point in the song. When I leave, when my
hands leave the guitar, don't become alarmed, they just about to journey
to my mouth where I will begin to play hands. Just 'cause you see my hands
leave the guitar there's no reason to become alarmed, throw yourself into
a despair or anything ... It will happen at a certain point and I'm just
trying to warn you because I know I didn't warned up, I was just playing
for a friend once and my hands left the guitar and he's in a catatonic
state, he has not been able to move since... It ruined his life. You know,
if all of you would sit here until the place is taken over by
the technicians or students or something, it would just be terrible. |
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This song was written in the Chelsea
Hotel, in the elevator, waiting for my friend to wake up... |
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A song from the other side of the marriage bed.
The room is empty, the window is opened, the lover is gone, a laugh is heard in the stadium..... |
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The window is opened,and the lovers have fled.
Maybe they were never there to begin with.They were never there to begin
with. |
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Verses variations
I showed my diseased (infested)
heart to the Doctor |
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Somebody handed me a street poem. I wanna thank him for it, I think his name
was Tom Holm and I love that kind of stuff, yeah, just printing poems and
leaving them around the place people do ignore totally. But I didn't ignore it.
Thanks a lot for whoever sent it to me. |
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Here is an old song. A very old song, but how true it is ! Here it goes. |
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