Down at The Chelsea Hotel with poetry and paintings. The walls are still holding memories of people who fell. Down through the years, fighting their fears.
We can heed the call. We can trip and fall. We can read the scrawl on the garden wall. Let the ashes fall. Upon us all or not at all it's in us all. Can we say it's cool.
I am an archer. With my arrows and a bow. And I'm taking aim upon your heart. By now, I'm sure you know. That the arc of my arrows cut. Through air and space and light.
stream like dust on the wind to time. shoot like a comic of modern design. a note touch of etopic joy. drawing back in the shape of a boy. . 13 dead birds in the sky.
If I was older, I wouldn't stand there. And let you waste it. Now that it's over I should've tried harder. But couldn't face it. . I've let go of bygones.
Time here is fast. And nothing ever lasts.. Time here is fast.. I want to be with my past.. . Hungry for your voice again. Though you're with me all the time.
I throw myself into the city lights. Where the streets sound like a radio. There's zero space and just a little time. Too many faces for the show. . I've just tried to bring you down.
When I walk down your street. Through your barred windows you look at me. And you wonder, have I come to ask. For one of your precious things that do not last.
Don't care how long you go. I don't care how long you stay. It's good kind treatment. Bring you home someday. Someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble. Poor me, anymore.
All my life I've been a poor boy; it's been hard to get a dime. Everything I got I had to pay for it on time, but that's all right. Long as I got a toe hold, long as I got a piece of you.
No tengas miedo. Estas soñando. En este universo. Que estas creando. Y acercate a mi. Lento y sutil. . Te vengo a decir lo que siento. Porque no puedo seguir seguir, seguir.
Time's a headache ticking in my brain. Time's a seizure makes me go insane. Sometimes there's nothing that I want to do. Feeling useless bailing out too soon.
When he reached the gates of heaven. He didn't understand. He knew that folks were coming over. Or was it all a dream?. Was it all a crazy dream?. . He saw them playing there before him.
I grew up two hours north of Birmingham.. Me and my daddy used to fish next to Wilson Dam.. He told some storiesCamaros and J.W. Dant;. When I got a little older I wouldn't and now daddy can't..
When she met him they was teenagers. He was no more than seventeen. She was a little less than all that. But held the bit between her teeth. He was tall and strong and lanky.
Stacy was a troubled teen ever since she was twelve.. She felt the world close in on her and thought she needed help.. Listening to the radio on a Sunday night..
The clouds started forming at five o'clock pm. The funnel clouds touched down. Five miles north of Russellville. Sirens were blowing, clouds spat rain.
It was a straight shot. All it took was luck to not get caught. I laid three dimes down and the machine wanted 25 cents. In the back seat her and a friend,.
Workin' this job is a kick in the pants. Workin' this job is like a knife in the back. It ain't gettin' me further than the dump I live in. It ain't gettin' me further than the next paycheck.
It's a shame for you to do me the way you did, babe. Making me put you down before I was through. You tempted me and tried me and I kept you right beside me.