Eede/MacMichael. . There's a million of us at it. And it's hard to break the habit. But it doesn't mean much to me. Got a million bucks of credit. And they're beggin' us to spend it.
I see that chapter in your eyes. It will tear us apart. Something I don't understand. has taken hold of you and made you less than a man. Now here is open space,.
A gift from God a small creation. A prized possession without limitations. Behind these eyes what can you see. That isn't already yours. Already yours.
Grow out of your obsessions. You think you're bad but I'm badder than you. 'Cuz mine has come through consideration. While your reaction is nothing new.
Do we see the sun. When our days begun. Do we hear their voice. It seems we have little choice. . Far and wide the tide is turning. The long and short wires burning.
Shut down, tangled up in your machinery. No sound, just the faceless press of words and wheels. Surrounds me like molasses on my soles and eaves. Come out, could anyone come out and play?.
Jeannie's. Been throwing up all morning. Poor girl's been so heartsick. Ever since her boyfriend went to war. . Father Cole's. Done his best to console the girl.
Cut it out. Your self-inflicted pain. It's getting too routine. The crowds are catching on. To the self-inflicted song. Well, here we go again. The art of acting weak.
Here's a new recruit. With new confusion. His racing thoughts should be (unmade). If he needs more time, give him more time. We are (not in a prison).
Who's your school friend?. He left you some messages. He'd love to see you again. thinks your ideas are brilliant and. and since you've been going out for coffee with him lately.
After the movies. In the parking lot. We stared so long. And you kissed me. With ripe young breath. So I kissed you. One night as forever. . In the movies.
I want the rich boy.... I want the rich boy. But the rich boy, he doesn't want me.... I like the pretty girls.... I like the pretty girls. But the pretty girls, they don't like me....
Please hang my raincoat. I guess that I'll stay a while. While I wait on the return. It seems the distance you've made. Has since lost its meaning. Meanwhile, I've meant to ration my thoughts.
The wind felt like a frail storm. With the chimes. Still singing the summer's born. Say goodbye to the rest of the rain. . We ran until there was no daylight.
The furnace burns, the baby turns. She cries when she's hungry. The morning paper will knock the door. To interrupt their slumbers. . Are you satisfied tonight, oh, trader's wife?.
Your gentleman caller,. Well, he's been calling on another. He loves his forbidden fruit.. And as it dribbles down his chin. He cries, "baby, I've been drinking with some friends! now how 'bout a little kiss...".
The days are spent. chatting amongst the workers. of how cold it is outside,. not to mention their greatest fears. like finding their children neglected and naked.
The days are spent. chatting amongst the workers. of how cold it is outside,. not to mention their greatest fears. like finding their children neglected and naked.