“Looking at birds really takes away sadness in a lot of us. Looking at birds takes you out of yourself into the real world.” -Muriel Theodora Saphir, Central Park birder, who passed away last weekend.
Arthur Mullen's blog
“Looking at birds really takes away sadness in a lot of us. Looking at birds takes you out of yourself into the real world.” -Muriel Theodora Saphir, Central Park birder, who passed away last weekend.
Well, the rifleman’s stalking the sick and the lame
Preacherman seeks the same, who’ll get there first is uncertain
Nightsticks and water cannons, tear gas, padlocks
Molotov cocktails and rocks behind every curtain
False-hearted judges dying in the webs that they spin
Only a matter of time ’til the night comes stepping in.
Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune
Bird fly high by the light of the moon
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.
It’s a shadowy world, skies are slippery gray
A woman just gave birth to a prince today and dressed him in scarlet
He’ll put the priest in his pocket, put the blade to the heat
Take the motherless children off the street
And place them at the feet of a harlot
Oh, Jokerman, you know what he wants
Oh, Jokerman, you don’t show any response.