And all the sad young men parading through their lives. The girls that they have loved have now become expensive wives.. They think they know it all and in someways they do.
Twisting turning. I'll be hurting. Waiting there for you. Test the limit. I can feel it. Slowly break you down. . We run again. Searching for the path that leads to nowhere.
You can't always tell one from another. And it's best not to judge a book by it tattered cover. I have found when I tried or looked deeper inside. What appears unadorned might be wondrously formed.
There's a light in the darkness just barely out of view. From the corner of your vision it beckons to you.. After the crops have all come in amid the stubble and the chaff.
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Gulliver, Gentle and Rose Marie. . There were three ladies playing at ball Gulliver, Gentle and Rose-Marie.. There came three Knights looked over the wall,.
Go get your gun. Get your gun. And lets find out what it does. Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot. We have been (warring?). And If we win. And if the morning light sets in.
My heart it dances,. Whenever I'm with you. Don't make advances. I'm scared of what you'll do.. . We go out,. Have a laugh,. Have a good time,. You and I,.
some crazy fucker carved a sculpture out of butter. and propped it up in the middle of the bonanza breakfast bar. and i am stuffing toast and sausage into my pockets.
When I can hear somethin calling. From somewhere deep and far. I'm a genie in a bikini. Comin out of a jar. I float out of myself. And into the divine.
sitting in my glass house. while your ghost is sleeping down the hall. watching the little birds fly. kamikaze missions into the walls. think i'm going to stay in today.
State trooper thinks I drive too fast. Pulled me over to tell me so. I say out here on the prairie. Any speed is too slow. I miss Brooklyn I miss my crew.
You can't get through it. You can't get over it. You can't get around. . Just like in a dream. You'll open your mouth to scream. And you won't make a sound.
Going once, going twice. Sold to the girl. Who ignored all the advice. Of all the people who knew her better. She just stood there. On the front porch.
A throat with a heart in it stuck in traffic. A ticket and a mind to fly, an alarm clock still drunk and high. Sanity painted her mask on all the way across town.
It was good. Good to see you again. Good to meet your girlfriend. I'll try not to wonder where you are. When you go outside to kiss her. In the front seat of your car.
I love my country. By which I mean. I am indebted joyfully. To all the people throughout its history. Who have fought the government to make right. Where so many cunning sons and daughters.
Thank you. For letting me stay here. Thank you for taking me in. Thank you. For the beer and the food. Thank you. For loaning me bus fare. Thank you for showing me around.
I heard the sound of your bike. As your wheels hit the gravel. And your engine in the driveway, cutting off. I pushed through the screen door. And I stood out on the porch.
The sky is gray. The sand is gray. And the ocean is gray. . And I feel right at home. In this stunning monochrome. Alone in my way. . I smoke and I drink.