Category Archives: c

Crucify the Sinner-man What is it – that you want from me? What is it – you ask me to give? I am only your son – you have made me What I am – What I live to do … Continue reading →

Conspiracy Blues Some buck-toothed braggadochio With a suitcase on his knees Had some secrets to sell A railway ticket and a calling card Well, they called in the CIA And the silent men rode in Sent him up to Washington … Continue reading →

Conquistador I dreamed of you last night my love It was no sordid thing of rakish lust But was a vision deep and pure: I saw you as in life I trust, you are.

COMFORT Oh Lord won’t you comfort me Before I go to ground Ain’t no comfort here to be found Before I go to ground Ain’t No Comfort Lord No comfort here Before I go to ground Oh Lord when will … Continue reading →