His goal in life was to be an echo. Riding alone, town after town, toll after toll. A fixed bayonet through the great southwest to forget her. . She appears in his dreams.
How to fight loneliness. Smile all the time. Shine your teeth to meaningless. And sharpen them with lies. . And whatever is going down. Will you follow around.
I'm a porter and a night clerk at the old Hot Rod Hotel. I clean and scrub the lobby down and thirty-one rooms as well. I wax and shine their boots and shoes.
Hotel in Arizona. Made us all want to feel like stars. Rental cars with tinted windows. Leave another number for me. . And even if I make it through. That's just something that I have to get used to.
Hoodoo voodoo, seven twenty one two. Haystacka hostacka, ABC. High poker, low joker, ninety-nine-a-zero. Sidewalk, streetcar, dance a goofy dance. . Blackbirdy, bluejay, one, two, three, four.
For your sparkling cocky smile. I have walked a million miles. Begging you to come wed me in the Spring. Why do you my dear delay,. . What makes you laugh and turn away?.
When the devil came. He was not red. He was chrome and he said. . Come with me. You must go. So I went. Where everything was clean. So precise and towering.
I try to stay busy. I do the dishes, I mow the lawn. I try to keep myself occupied. Even though I know you're not coming home. . I try to keep the house nice and neat.
I sincerely miss those heavy metal bands. I used to go see on the landing in the summer. She fell in love with the drummer. She fell in love with the drummer.
I was chewin' gum for something to do. The blinds were being pulled down on the dew. Inside, out of love, what a laugh. I was looking for you. . Saxophones started blowing me down.
I know you've waited for me here so long. to see me since i've been gone. and so as these years roll on. i always come back to where i belong. my hometown life.
It is written and so shall be. That all things will come to an end. But if we have to go. Then it's all coming with us. Come hell & high water. It must be, it must be.
I know that it happened, I know that story. But that was years and years ago. Still you're pushing and still you're claiming. The pound of flesh you say I owe.
He said - come on now little darling, if you love me like you say. You can just lie there and sniff the smoke, you don't have to use your vein. And you knew all the stories, but this sweet boy would never do you harm.
We're out here on the borders with our favourite few possessions. Traded stories whispered round the fire. As shadows in the searchlights, mugshots in the files.
(Sullivan/Heaton/Nelson). Today, as you listen to this song, another 394,000 children. were born into this world....they break like waves of. hunger and desire upon these eroded shores....carrying.
We are not children any more. The fists you made they are come bashing at your door. Your legacy is waiting in the wings. And there's something so familiar in the hunger that we bring.
Today, as you listen to this song. Another 394,000 children were born into this world. They break like waves of hunger and desire upon these eroded shores.
Lit up like a Christmas tree, the oil refinery glows in the night;. and down by the shoreline the seagulls fly white, against the black.. The great moon riding shotgun - rolling out across the veil of clouds,.
I stay up too late. Got nothing in my brain. that's what people say oh oh. That's what people say oh oh. I go on too many dates. But I can't make 'em stay.