Your baby is a good cook. His baby has a cool look. Her baby wrote a great book. But my baby does the grind. . She does the grind. She does it all the time.
from Unreleased. ............................................... . To hear the swallows roosting beneath me. To hear the moonlight trickling by. I come down to this bridge when I'm troubled.
from Unreleased. ............................................... I don't know how long it had been, since these neighbors had even talked to each other..
Clear blue sky. Looking through my father's eyes. Way up high. A diamond made of nylon flies. . Out of the fishing reel. The string is drawn. Fishing for dreams.
The depth of your dreams. The height of your wishes. The length of your vision to see. . The hope of your heart. Is much bigger than this. For it's made out of what might be.
DAVID WILCOX. THAT HYPNOTIZIN' BOOGIE. . Back in the year nineteen and five. We had to have a rhythm very much alive. We didn't have thing. Still we'd sing.
Tear out your heart. And keep it company. Set it here by me and. Sing it a sad song. Tear out your heart and. Cry the tears you need. Give it a brand new chance.
A tattered old kite. Must have been spring when you got flown. But there's no leaves in sight. Left you to swing up there alone. Tangled in branches and held by a string.
Baby I love you. I never meant to hurt you. . When I said "I love you". I meant every word I said. I don't want you to believe anything else. Can't give my heart, not no one else.
I'm a trickster burn so brightly. I still hate you motherfuckers everyone. Wrapped in glory bound so tightly. I still need you even when I'm overcome.
High above your atmosphere. Do they all still cheer for who they think we are?. And once more past the sun again. Feelings sinking in I think we've gone to far.
I can see miles above the clouds. And what was it like on the day you fell to earth?. Knocked you out cold its just as well. 'Cause people are cruelest when they dont know.
I once saw a man on fire, staring at his window. Watching as the flames grew higher and higher. I thought that I saw him cry or was he only laughing. As his life went rushing on.
I remember that I found you. Just waiting in the dark. Took me to the river where we always fell apart. And we lay amongst the rocks naked in the sand.
Baby Baby. Don't be late,. World is ending I can't change the way I feel about you now,. New York is cold as ever,. Still I go out every night, hide myself among the lights,.
Patchwork curtains; paisley tweed and rose.... A blowing stained glass, song by you. A rooster crows, a rootee-too and a mew far off away,. Cats walking out to see the day..
He had nothing to give. So from the wall. He lived behind. He found the bricks. That were the greenest with moss. And cut them out. With a mason's bit.
Whenever you find a man. Who loves every woman he sees. There's always some kind of woman. That's putting him up a tree. . And that kind of man he ain't got.
Well I'm a-running down the road trying to loosen my load. I've got seven women on my mind. Four that want to own me, two that want to stone me. One says she's a friend of mine.