Way down south in Georgia. Close to Augusta GA. Down where the peach trees grow. Where Elvis Presley used to stay. On the Friday night. When the sun was low.
I'm your garbage man. Coming down the street. Kick your can, kick your can. Better get your butt down on the curb. And say hey to me. I'm by the liquor store.
Hallelujah!. the sun is in my eyes, on my face.. The air is hot with heaviness,. and weighted and waiting for something to unfold.. Hallelujah!. the sun is on our backs at last..
Drove home to that achingly long song:. The one that moves so slow,. it makes you wonder if you're ever going to hear the next note. the way that feet moved slow through Denver December snow,.
Good morning, hospital. We've got a situation here. I'm in the belly of a whale. And haven't seen the sun for days. I'm cut and paste inside this tune.
Land of thieves offering a place to rest. Slow Chorale is a miracle inside her now. Some hope that she was pushing out. She sinks to the ground. Speak out the truth and I'll bury you.
Hey fuckhead weekend party jock. You're just a piece of shit that talks. Hey rich sorority goldie locks. Out getting raped or suckin cock. Hey high school homie gangster snot.
If he wants to fight you. At the school gates. Half past four grab your bag. Don't you be late, oh. . If he wants to hit you. Hit you in the face. If he wants to hurt you.
When your sparkle evades your soul. I'll be at your side to console. When you're standing on the window ledge. I'll talk you back, back from the edge.
It's 2:00 a.m. and I'm incapable again. Another face that I don't know. I need to breathe, I need to feel. But in the end I can never let it show. . I believe you've heard it all before.
I just want to see what you have in mind.. Your name name upon my book I write.. I'm sorry I'm such a typical guy.. I cannot speak.. I have not tried to try to see.
Watch me throw myself into a circle,. Watch me throw myself in other circles.. Because I'm slowly fading into nightmare.. If only I could show you how much I can....
This is me saying goodbye to you. From this day forward I won't think about you. This is me placing a mental blanket over our times together. . Goodbye to you goodbye to us.
I ran through. Storm stained city streets. Paved with pain. To bring these roses to you. And with sore throat insecurity. You pulled the thorns. From my bleeding side.
Bizzy - That's right, that's right. LDB.. LDB - What's happenin'?. Bizzy - Romeo.. Romeo - What's up?. Bizzy - Batman.. Batman - Yo yo Bizzy.. Bizzy - That's right..
Be my, be my baby. . Yesterday, I was watching the turning tide, of a memories of a changing shore line. Otherwise, was nevermore. Life was different , you closed the door.
Last night I dreamed. While I was walking that I died looking up. At fancy buildings and skyscrapers. Are real heart breakers. When your time has come and gone.
There's a girl whose stuck inside a picture frame. She's seen your face, her mother's mentioned once your name. She sits and dreams, her fifteen year old dreams of what to do.
I'm in love with the internet. I've got a freaky little finger myself.. You can't trace my history, cake is looking so boring, I've got something to do..
I won't look back. That's not for me. Please don't take what I say literally. I know I'm bad. Gross slimy scum. And I feel rotten for what I have done.