the 33rd of august
Singer: baez, joan
today
there's no salvation
the band's packed up and gone
left me standing with my penny in my hand
there's a big crowd at the station where the blind man sings his song
but he can see what they cant understand. its the thirty-third of august and i'm finally touching down
eight days from sunday finds me saturday bound. once i stumbled through the darkness
tumbled to my knees
a thousand voices screaming in my brain
woke up in a squad car
busted down for vagrancy
outside my cell as sure as hell
it looked like rain. but now i've got my dangerous feelings under lock and chain
guess i killed my violent nature with a smile
though the demons danced and sang their song within my fevered brain
not all my god-like thoughts
lord
were defiled