[MUSIC]What Are You Listening To?

and you’ve chipped your tooth
so you whistle when you speak
and there’s tunes in your head
till the end of the week

 

Reach out your hand
if your cup be empty

 

Maybe you got a kid, maybe you got a pretty wife
The only thing that I got's been bothering me my whole life
Mister state trooper, please don't stop me

 

There is a road, no simple highway
Between the dawn and the dark of night
And if you go, no one may follow
That path is for your steps alone

Robert Hunter, lyricist

 

Been accused of deep murder
On the North Atlantic swell,
But I have three hungry children
And a young wife as well.
And behind stand generations
Of hard hunting men,
Who raised a glass to the living,
And went killing again.
Are you with me?

 

Hook is deep in the mesh

 

The buzzing chrome of blue unending
Pretending I still have somewhere left to turn
The fading flower of hours wilting
Love philtre, still something left to learn

There's still a love to live for
We're reinvented, our minds are made up
The moon's pretending, our lives invaded
The way corroded, our love is philtred