Hey, c'mon.. . First time I heard "Good Hearted Woman",. I was in my uncle's car.. He said: "Son, now that's what I call music,. "Listen to them guitars.".
Don't you wanna let go of your heart. Or you the resist the beds of bliss. Fortune makes fools of us all. My dear materialista,. Silence was insane, the parting was mutual.
There's the moon asking to stay. Long enough for the clouds to fly me away. Well it's my time coming, I'm not afraid, afraid to die. . My fading voice sings of love,.
(l.hopkins). Originally performed by lightnin' hopkins. it was performed live on air at mountain stage radio, west virginia, in a final jam that involved jeff and all the artists that participated to that broadcast, on april 2 1994..
He wakes up cold in the morning. Another day on the run. Making sure his double life don't come undone. His hands are full but there's nothing to show.
I'm waking up-and you are there. Times are over when you had me out of breath. I think of you and have to say:. . Every night,my god you're boring me to death.
So you call home for Christmas. It's for certain that they'll cross you off the list. And you can't go home and you won't stay here. Refusing to believe a single word they hear.
I met an angel of death,. When I was only 14.. Her taste was so consuming sweet,. As only an angels' could've been.. I lost my soul to her that day,. When she gave hers in return..
Caught the twelve thirty from ashmont station. 32 ounces with the rum mixed in. God knows I need it with the way I've been living. Self medicated, chemical salvation.
Good morning, I know it's early. But I had to call just to the tell you to ignore. that message that I left on your machine last night. What I meant to say was that.
Swallow your pride.. But take it slow.. What's left inside without your words. You might just choke on it.. And you wouldn't want to do a thing like that..
Says he will. Meaning he might. Takes his pills. Doesn't swallow. Medicate double rations. Passes out. Candlelight. . Appetite. Nausea. Paralyzes him.
Wreck rebirth,. The broken-bottled dregs unneeded for conviction anymore.. Median castaway,. the faded green's allure.. Played enough. at climbing from my concrete island home;.
Day light. And where am I in your underground. . Green glass. roads over that uneager, now. . shut out. reasons that make it uneasy (money). rule out,.
I know what avenue there was a shop. Where on my way to school you stayed I stopped. And in the window I would see you seem. Made up of miniature and tiny things.
Get up and go, you can do it. Everything's gonna be alright. Get up and go, you can do it. Everything's gonna be alright. You can do it. You can do it.
God, I admit I haven't changed. Playing card houses still covering my landscape. I never expected you to stay. When I'm grabbing for these crumbs and cold loose change.
A flower for your vanity, a penny for your thoughts. About the world's insanity and how we've gotten lost. . Strike up the band to play a song as we go waltzing by.
All the good monsters open their eyes. To see the wasteland where the home fires rise. And the people shouting, "Why, why, why?". . Do you know what you are?.