In a cavern, in a canyon,. Excavating for a mine. Dwelt a miner forty niner,. And his daughter Clementine. . Light she was and like a fairy,. And her shoes were number nine,.
Stomping lines in international sand. Feeding blood drinking habits of the Elephant Man. Quench his thirst, when black water rises. He takes you around toward the burning horizon.
Intrinsic rot.. Traces of future.. Your past will rise haunting you again.. Tonguing the glue stamp seal of your fold.. Cased in forests of black steel rod..
Picking crumbs from the beards of others, futile organisms with no spine.. Human lice with no spine slips into a neural wreck of humanity's rot. Trust.
So inevitable another lie another reason to justify. Tearing it down. Honesty such a novelty so we king ourselves with a plastic crown. Casualty of a daydream nation.
Sermon sung me slow to sleep. Faster if I had a choice. With every breath another death. Still so in love with your own voice. Idle threats to hide regrets.
I stopped off at the grocery store. To pick up a few things. And I was reaching for some Cheerios. When I heard someone say my name. I knew exactly who it was.
Oh oh oh oh oooh. . On the second day, you took some clay. And he shaped your waist. Then he begin to paint that perfect picture. That's your face. And then he took a jar, caught two stars.
People tell me I must be addicted to romance. Never getting over the excitement of a glance. And your eyes [?] - every other time. I like to think I'm right.
Your're no Madonna. You're 69 and I'm underneath. We tried to slow time on Katamine. We'll kill each other. Like sister like brother. I cannot live my life without T.V.
Green Selvet shoulder wrap. Blue Velvet eyes. Her annie oakley act. A perfect little disguise. . I'll put my blinders on. Let the games begin. She'll play her lover's con, and then.
Hot coffee on the dashboard a cold front on the way. Last night I was in Oregon tomorrow Santa Fe. Up for two days runnin' and I'm feelin' tired inside.
Time for the singer. Time for the singer boy to make his way home. A prodigal I've been distressed. This lonely child can't make it on his own. I've been traveling states away.
Now i went out last Sunday with my little Mary Anne. She said please stay 'till Monday and she grabbed me by the can. She laid a big one on me- surprised me with her tongue.