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Flower Lady
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Phil Ochs
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Millionaires and paupers walk the hungry streets Rich and poor companions of the restless beat Strangers in a foreign land Strike a match with a trembling hand And learn too much to ever understand Lovers quarrel, snarl away their happiness And kisses crumble in a web of loneliness It's written by the poison pen Voices break before they bend The door is slammed, it's over once again But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady Poets agonize, they cannot find the words The stone stares at the sculptor, asks "Are you absurd?" The painter paints his brushes back Through the canvas runs a crack Portrait of the pain never answers back And soldiers disillusioned come home from the war Sarcastic students tell them not to fight no more And so they argue through the night That black is black and white is white And walk away both knowing that they're right But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady Smoke dreams of escaping souls are drifting by Dull the pain of living as they slowly die Smiles are changed into a sneer Washed away by whiskey tears In the quicksand of their minds they disappear Feeble aged people almost to their knees Complain about the present using memories They never found their pot of gold And wrinkled hands pound weary holes Each line screams out you're old, you're old, you're old Still nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady Flower lady hobbles home without a sale Tattered shreds of petals leave a fading trail Not a pause to hold a rose Even she no longer knows The lamp goes out, the evening now is closed And nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady From the flower lady From the flower lady From the flower lady
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