10.
Song for the Orphans He told me, "don't grow on empty legends boy, or lonely cradle songs
'Cause Billy the Kid was just a bowery boy who made a living twirlin' his guns
And this night she'll be long and lanky, and she'll speak in a mother tongue"
And then he lullabied the refugees with an amplifier's hum
Another one of those dense, early songs, recorded in 1972-ish. I'm still trying to figure out everything that this song's about, but as far as I can tell, there's a lot here about the tragedy of growing up and growing older, and losing one's dreams along the way. I could be completely wrong about that. Still, a really very interesting song.