Little wing

well, she's walking through the clouds
with a circus mind that's running wild
butterflies and Zebras
and Moonbeams and fairy tales
that's all she ever thinks about
riding with the wind

when I'm sad, she comes to me
with a thousand smiles she gives to me free
it's alright, she says it's alright
take anything you want from me
anything
fly on little wing

The wind cries 'Mary'

after all the jacks are in their boxes
and the clowns have all gone to bed
you can hear happiness staggering on down the street
footprints dressed in red

and the wind whispers, 'Mary'

a broom is drearily sweeping
up the broken pieces of yesterday's life
somewhere a queen is weeping
somewhere a king has no wife

and the wind—it cries, 'Mary!'

the traffic lights—they turn, uh, blue tomorrow
and shine their emptiness down on my bed
the tiny island sags downstream
"cause the life that lived is—is dead

and the wind screams, 'Mary!'

will the wind ever remember
the names it has blown in the past?
and with this crutch, its old age and its wisdom
it whispers, 'No. This will be the last'

and the wind cries, 'Mary!'

Voodoo chile

well, I'm a voodoo chile
lord I'm a voodoo chile

well, the night I was born
lord I swear the moon turned a fire red
the night I was born
I swear the moon turned a fire red
well my poor mother cried out 'lord, the gypsy was right!'
and I seen her, fell down right dead
(have mercy)

well, mountain lions found me there waitin'
and set me on a eagles back
well, mountain lions found me there,
and set me on a eagles wing
(its' the eagles wing, baby, what did I say)
hHe took me past to the outskirts of infinity,
and when he brought me back,
he gave me a venus witch's ring
hey!
and he said 'fly on, fly on'
because I'm a voodoo chile, yeah, voodoo chile
hey!

well, I make love to you,
and lord knows you'll feel no pain
say, I make love to you in your sleep,
and lord knows you felt no pain
(have mercy)
'cause I'm a million miles away
and at the same time I'm right here in your picture frame
(yeah! what did I say now)
'cause I'm a voodoo chile
lord knows, I'm a voodoo chile
(yeah!)

well my arrows are made of desire
from far away as Jupiter's sulphur mines
say my arrows are made of desire, desire
from far away as Jupiter's sulphur mines
(way down by the Methane Sea, yeah)
I have a humming bird and it hums so loud,
you think you were losing your mind, hmmm...

well I float in liquid gardens
and Arizona new red sand
(yeah)
I float in liquid gardens
way down in Arizona red sand

well, I taste the honey from a flower named Blue,
way down in California
and the in New York drowns as we hold hands

'cause I'm a voodoo chile
lord knows I'm a voodoo chile