nobody knows my name
jones, rickie lee
i've laid upon the lake victoria
i was winged and many-colored
i fell out of the sand into the guadalupe
and i made many songs into the air
in sweet gasps of hydrogen up
into the sea over the bikini islands
and i dove into the liquid concrete of sweet silver lake
the liquid concrete of down by the river
now i walk among them and i sing to them
and i translate into many hours of history
i stood in the four winds
i stood in the four winds
i stood in the four winds