Waves of violet go crashing and laughing
Rainbow-winged singing birds fly 'round the sun
Sunbells rain down in a liquid profusion
Mermaids on porpoises draw up the dawn
What's become of the baby
This cold December morning?
-Robert Hunter, "What's Become Of The Baby" 1969
All of my friends come to see me last night
I was laying in my bed and dying
Annie Beauneu from Saint Angel say, "The weather down here so fine"
Just then the wind came squalling through the door
But who can the weather command
Just want to have a little peace to die
And a friend or two I love at hand
-Robert Hunter, "Black Peter" 1970
The wolf came in, I got my cards
We sat down for a game
I cut my deck to the Queen of Spades
but the cards were all the same
Don't murder me
I beg of you, don't murder me
Please
don't murder me
-Robert Hunter, "Dire Wolf" 1970
As I was walking 'round Grosvenor Square
Not a chill to the winter but a nip to the air
From the other direction she was calling my eye
Could be an illusion but I might as well try
Might as well try
She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes
I knew without asking she was into the blues
Scarlet begonias tucked into her curls
I knew right away she was not like other girls --- other girls
-Robert Hunter, "Scarlet Begonias" 1974
Wharf Rat down
way down
down by the docks of the city,
Blind and dirty
asked me for a dime ---
dime for a cup of coffee
I got no dime but
I got time to hear his story
-Robert Hunter, "Wharf Rat" 1971
Rat in a drain ditch, caught on a limb
You know better but I know him
Like I told you what I said
Steal your face right off your head
Now he's gone Lord he's gone
Like a steam locomotive rolling down the track
He's gone, he's gone and nothing's gonna bring him back
He's gone
-Robert Hunter, "He's Gone" 1972
Cloud hands reaching from a rainbow
Tapping at the window
Touch your hair
So swift and bright, strange figures of light
Float in air
-Robert Hunter, "Crazy Fingers" 1975
Cats on the bandstand
Give 'em each a big hand
Anyone who sweats that hard must be all right
No one wants a fight
No black eye
Just another cat beneath the stars tonight
-Robert Hunter, "Cats Under The Stars" 1978
Brown-eyed women and red grenadine
The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean
Sound of the thunder with the rain pouring down
And it looks like the old man's getting on
-Robert Hunter, "Brown-Eyed Women" 1972