He smiles she bats her eyes. Kind word and walks on by. But he don't know how it goes. And he won't be fresh no more. . She runs and tells her lies. Hot headed husband he dont like no wanderin eyes.
It doesn't matter. I've got a library. I've got a swimmimg pool. I drive the Lamborghini. Dad drives the Cadillac. Mom's got an MG. I don't have a job.
He bought her a flower at the fair. 1927 Kansas City. Said he liked the color of her hair. Then he walked her home and told her she was pretty. . Then they spent a little while.
I keep the radio on most all night long listen to the songs they play. Sometimes I hum tap along with my thumb listen to the words they say. And I have to admit those yesterday hits take me back a year or two.
Dave Alvin/Chris Gaffney. (Blue Horn Toad Music, BMI/Calhoun Street Music/Ensaga Songs, BMI, Administered by Bug Music). . Johnny gave Joe his first cigarette.
A thousand miles. A month of emptiness. A million tears have been dried. I recall the look in your eyes. When I told you goodbye. . You said darlin', you're makin' a big mistake.
All this gray mornings are now so normal. Remember the time we are bored of waking up. With the sky crying over the cities. . I wish you were the sun.
cray fish creep bridge and sky. and my life flashes before my eyes. trying to see. what I'd never seen otherwise.
from the "Minority Of One" lp. Music and lyrics by Generation X. Altered slightly by Dag Nasty.. . They customized their gear and synchronized. The flame out in the streets with flame in their eyes.
There's a riot in the kitchen and the bed's on fire. There's a locket in my pocket that I can't find. Oh oh I'm at the window whistlin' in the wind. I'm at my own front door and I can't get in.
so what. so fuck what. so what. . if i stay up late enough. something might happen. and if i drink just enough. i may be happy. if i think just enough.
Four crows nailed to a wooden post. Bleed upon a barren field. An old way that I don't understand. It kinda touched me for a day. . Four crows nailed to a wooden post.
I've been lying here and wide awake. Til the night dies out and day to break. Every minute seems like endless hours. When I'm with you. . I miss your eyes, your smile, and lovely face.
I remember everything we did. Got it all written down in my head. A diary. of all the Saturdays. Hung around. while you drove around. with your friends.
42 more miles. This stuff it cramps my style. Broke down on the side of the road. A thousand flies a buzzin'. Sittin', spittin', and cussin'. Sittin' on top of our load.
Sirens wail and a flashing light. Nothin' better to do on a Tuesday night. But give me hell. Where you headed, what are you out for. Don't see much of you 'round here anymore.