In Op magazine, editor John Foster termed it "a future cult item for the collectors Alas, there wasn't much of a future for the original lineup. After two shows at the legendary New Haven club The Grotto, bassist Jeff Fisher moved out of state and songwriter Jay chose the contemplative life of the hermit. On May 27, the. Performers Richard Lloyd Happy Ending.
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Crossroads Correctional, inside these gothic walls Six hundred men on seven tiers, by god I know them all Here at the crossroads of decency and crime Truth and lies are doing time Yes truth and lies…. A thousand stars A thousand stars in every sky The same as home The same as here this winter night This town will hold us As long as winter holds the light Here together under a thousand stars.
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My mother was a village girl My father born in Rotterdam Grandmother was fierce and strong And fought the Occupation I was born to love this world As I love this girl beside me We are travelers, wanderers And our families are far across this earth. Come summer we will leave this place Though the people here have been good to us We will travel to the Western Slopes And sleep under the evening sky This girl is filled with wonder She loves me so it makes me weep And I am hers to hold As we walk this good green earth.
And there was nothing more to say So I backed away, waiting for time to go by The old you talked up a girl in a beret With wildness in her eye. How many crows can you fit in a sugar maple? I ran out with my camera but the picture came out black And the noise was like that too, it was a solid racket And I stood there a long time shivering without a jacket, The weather changed so fast and so soon, so soon And I just had to watch until the crows took off to fly Goodbye Butterfield, goodbye Goodbye, Butterfield, goodbye.