We should've never thought that we could get stoned. And drive around with just a half a pack of smokes. Bottle of Clear Eyes and appetite. We were pillaging the Turkey Hill on Main Ave in West Side.
I was staring through the stained glass. Into the procession of a black mass. Saw how subject at the altar wants their life back. The view from here to there's a lot like wilting flowers.
Welcoming the cool rain in of the astounding dawn. Watch the birds hovering over Narrow Moor. In deeper lines of deeper sleep, into the Tumuli. All the pretty machinery under the sky.
Dance, dance. . Dancing kid on the snare drum today. I look good in my winter coat, puffed up. Like a puffin on, on the rock. . I saw the desert today.
Be gone. Be gone. Be gone your olden ways, be gone. Don't be afraid of anyone. Like seasons, just move on. . Aorta liver ventricles. And other winter vehicles.
It's hard to make believe everyday. Things are not always the way they should be. Words come easy if you-ou try. Hidin' in the shadow of your eyes. . And I tell myself it's just a blue day.
Sanding on the runway waiting for takeoff, I want to fly. Want to watch me flake off. I can't move 'cause the man has a rake off, you gotta help me. Help me to shake off.
She's been a long time on the phone. Courtin' disaster in an undertone. She's feelin' nostalgic. And feelin' that fall. How could anyone ever fight it?.
Ladies and gents, fold your tents, cos we have a winner. Come see your Jane try to train every devil in her. There's not a man alive who could tame this creature.
Get up, the needle has pricked a little finger.. She wants the beautiful child the blood will bring her.. You ask a question in the mirror.. Alas, no answer could be clearer..
You pulled up and parked your El Dorado. We said "hi" and kissed with some bravado. I got out my camera and was laughing. Happy it was you I'm photographing.
I've got some cookies from our junk food run. And here's a couple beers so. Let's go create some fun. Supplies are limited and I'm all out. Of any explanation.
It must be hard ringing the bells. Of doors that don't swing wide anymore. It must be hard hearing the sound. Of voices just inside of the door. . A man who couldn't hold your coat.
Spent my nights in a sleeping bag smelling kerosene. thinking fog and sand. was gonna keep me clean. feeding all the bluejays at the wrong address. where they went instead.
Guess I got what I deserved. Kept you waiting there too long my love. All that time without a word. Didn't know you'd think that I'd forget. I'd regret.
Capo 1: F maps as E. Note: This is the way I've seen Aimee play it in concert (well, in E - the. recording is in F --- Me, I play it in A with alternate fingers.
I love your black dress, your red lips, your long legs, your high heels. I love your thigh-high boots, your snake skin one-piece suit. Yeah you really get me going when you put it all on.
My favorite situations. Are always sticky kinds. I'll be the first to cast stones. I don't let sleeping dogs lie. . I?ll sing it from a mountain. Just take me to the top.
Counting days 'til it's over, my friends. 'Til it's over, my friends, count along. Counting days 'til it's over, my friends. 'Til it's over, my friends, count along.