I'm gonna be hypnotized. To stop me from smokin'. Everyone keeps telling me. It's bad for my voice. . I'm gonna stay home tonight. So I don't get hungover.
I wish I was in carrickfergus. Where the castle looks out to sea.. I would swim over the deepest ocean. For my love to be with me.. But the sea is wide and I can not swim over.
I like the sound of your belt dropping. Your door locking, you jangle your keys, yeah. I like the sound of your heart stopping. Of lip locking, the grazing of knees, yeah.
Fish got to swim, birds got to fly,. I got to love one man till I die.. Can't help lovin' dat man of mine.. . Tell me he's lazy, tell me he's slow,. Tell me I'm crazy, (maybe I know)..
They came across the ocean. In search of liberty. Escaping persecution. Famine and poverty. Signed up for bloodshed. New home a battleground. Send in the Irish.
The sharpest I've ever been. In your arms. I'm trying to make you see. And talk about letting go of something. You'd trade it all for me. . Undignified, don't you think?.
Past my window, out in the street. Life makes short work of all I see. Men take the change from beggars. Tight bound in sheets. Red and blue, the useless sirens scream.
I can never think unless I have a little doubt. My mind fills up with thoughts you know it kept the demons out. I'm saying words that make me think that I'm making things clearer.
Behold of the moon. Full circle of the sun's reflection. Silvery light illuminates the world below. . Gaze upon the world of frost. Forged from the ice of ages.
Fifty states. Fifty lines. Fifty crying all the time's. Fifty boys. Fifty lies. Fifty "I'm gonna change my minds'". I changed my mind. I changed my mind.
What else should I expect from the.... A dis-result!. I really should have known that I .... From what I can recall, contester of us all. At least that's what I think.
I'm flashin I'm .the ground. I can't see the sound. I can't see .yourself. what .my chest. I can't .I might not be gone I'm back. and come to the sky I'm..
Meanwhile down on Biel Street. Drinking in a Biel Street bar. There's a fog rollin' off the Mississippi. Has anybody seen Arkansas?. . And the deckhands from the toll boats.
There's nothin' like cornmeal on a dance-hall floor for dancin' the night away,. Slippin' and slidin', effortlessly glidin' in the arms of my sweet Lillie Mae,.
That Crystelle, you temptress, you creature of back booths. So accomplished at dancin' when walkin' would do. There's a neon fire in your eyes reflecting off a rhinestone tear.
I found comfort and courage in bottles of whiskey. I swear to you friends that that life is some risky. I have backed away quickly from those who tried to burn me.
William Butler Yeats in jeans. Got up to play guitar and sing. In some join in Mission Beach last night. At the door sat Tom Waits. In a pork pie hat and silver skates.
My daddy told me when I was a young girl. A lesson he learned, it was a long time ago. If you want to have someone to hold onto. You're gonna have to learn to let go.
Let us now praise a carpenter and the things that he made. And the way that he lived by the tools of his trade. I can still hear his hammer singing ten penny time.
Eight years old with a floursack cape. Tied all around his neck. He climbed up on the garage. Figurin' what the heck. He screwed his courage up so tight.