(Shel Silverstein). . Out of all the nights I remember. Of all of the loves I recall. There are many who live in my memory. But you were the sweetest of all.
(Barber). . No explanation is needed. I'd rather hear nothing than something that hurts. My words of love go unheeded. But I had it coming 'cause I hurt you first.
Strings, there's always strings, attached to the things, we think are free to take. Lines, thin shiny lines, so very fine, but so very hard to break. Threads, just hanging threads, weaving a web that we can hardly see.
Storms never last, do they, baby. Bad times all pass with the wind. Your hand in mine stills the thunder. And you make the sun wanna shine. . You followed me down so many roads, babe.
(S. Silverstein). . I stopped 'cause there was nothing else to do. And I thought I'd stick around for just a while. But I warned you like the west wind, I was only blowin' through.
(Silverstein/Taylor). . Stagolee he's a big bad man and he's gonna do you wrong. Now they say he shot his own sweet wife 'cause she cooked his eggs too long.
Sleeping late, sleeping late. . Whenever I sleep late you know I can dream. Some of the strangest things that you've ever seen. I could never tell you the things that I do in my head.
(Shel Silverstein). . Josie it's been a long hard day. Down the road to where it's at I must have lost my way. When I got there they said I was too late.
You're looking kinda lonely girl. Would you like someone new to talk to. Ah yeah, alright. I'm feeling kinda lonely too. If you don't mind can I sit down here beside you.
I was sitting all alone. Watching people getting off with each other. They were dancing 'cross the floor. Turning movement back and forth, they were lovers.
Do you sing in the shower? Do you sing in the rain?. Mama locks me in the closet and I sing all day. . Sexy energy makes me charming when I sing. Sexy energy makes me charming when I sing.
(G. Bowen). . Women turn me on. Music turns me on. Tacos turn me on. Almost everything turns me on. . I'm talkin' 'bout my sex drive. I've got a very healthy sex drive.
(D. Malloy/E. Stevens). . Floating slowly out to sea, cast adrift and all alone. Haven't seen a lighthouse near to give me one ray of hope. And every ship that passes by never sees.
There once was a park where the kids used to go. But not anymore 'cause their parents all know. There's junkies and whores and bums drinking beer. And the tragic event that happened last year.
SUIT AND TIE GUY. WITH HIS FASHION PHASES. AND HIS QUARTERLY RAISES. FEELS HE'S BETTER THAN YOU AND ME. SUIT AND TIE GUY. THINKS HE'S REAL CUTE. IN THE BATHROOM FOR A TOOT.
Ever had one of those days? Argumentative, no incentive. Can't do anything right. I'm trying so hard to analyze and compromise. But there's no solution in sight.
You think you look good in your new uniform. Starched and pressed into the perfect norm. Until Uncle Sam puts that gun in your hand. Points you in the wrong direction.
Question marks. In my head. My mouth cried. And my eyes bled. . I streched my thoughts. Put them on the rack. In a mind so dark. It's almost black. . Strategy [2].
Cool breeze look at me I'm smiling. It's become a rare occurrence I'm trying. To let my worries fade away. Hard hits times are hard, we're struggling.
Standing in line. For something to eat. Dragging my ass. Dead on my feet. No more possessions. Just my clothes. Down on my luck. And I'm sure it shows.