Here we go. Can I get a goddamn timpany roll to start this goddamn song?. Tonight, it is a goddamn song. For all you goddamn people. . Well, the animals laugh from the dark of the wilderness.
John A. Hobson was a good man. He used to loan me books and mic stands. He even got me a subscription. To the Socialist Review. . Listening to records in his basement.
If you walk away I walk away. First tell me which road you will take. I don't want to risk our paths crossing someday. So you walk that way I'll walk this way.
If you walk away I walk away. First tell me which road you will take. I don't want to risk our paths crossing someday. So you walk that way I'll walk this way.
Laura, are you still livin' there on your estate of sorrow?. You used to leave it occasionally, but now you don't even bother. To ride the commuter train West to Chicago.
Hold on tight beginners mind. The wheel is spinning too. Fast to make your move. The worst must be assumed. Oh how they'll try to pull and pry. Away what you know now.
If you walk away I walk away. First tell me which road you will take. I don't want to risk our paths crossing someday. So you walk that way I'll walk this way.
Well, you say that I treat you like a book on a shelf. I don't take you out that often. 'Cause I know that I completed you. And that's why you are here.
The people's key. Ringing through arena seats. The black machine. Played it all from memory. A fever dream. Well, I'll come back eventually. To wade into the water.
When the President talks to God,. Are the conversations brief or long?. Does he ask to to rape our women's rights?. And send poor farm kids off to die?.
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas. Just like the ones I used to know. Where the treetops glisten and children listen. To hear sleigh bells in the snow.
I get my whiskey from a well, except on holidays. Then it's the top shelf. But tonight I don't mind if I spend a little more. Cause you're a tolerant woman and the world is at war.
Tomorrow when I wake up, Im finding my brother. And making him take me back down to the water. That lake where we sailed, and we laughed with our father.
Well, I left my baby for a dream as lovely. For a love that's only in books I read. And then I hit the cities, spent all my money. I just left my whole life in a taxi cab.
If you hate the taste of wine. Why do you drink it 'til you're blind?. And if you swear that there's no truth and who cares. How come you say it like you're right?.
If you hate the taste of wine. Why do you drink it 'til you're blind?. And if you swear that there's no truth and who cares. How come you say it like you're right?.
I have a friend, he is made mostly of pain. And he wakes up, drives to work, and then straight back home again. He once cut one of my nightmares out of paper.
Well, the future spills it's intangibles. An unknown set of variables. A path that spliten infinitely up ahead. . So tell me what's the use to pick and choose.
I am a blueblood I will admit that. I dance in blue shoes and wear a blue hat. Live in a blue house on a blue street, in a blue town by a blue creek. I write my blue songs with m blue pen. I sing the blue notes to my blue friends. Now I don't know that much about you but I like you because you are true blue..
Lovers turn into monsters at the loss of all affection. Almost like it was the affection that kept them from being monsters. And I could have used some warning.