i'm looking at another day to find that i've got nothing to say,. or i'm looking for another way to process what happened on that birthday,. and either way, if you're gonna call it art,.
My only chance not easy to see. I'm not the great communicator that I used to be apparently. But I know what it means when I hear screams. And it's the sonics not the phonics.
As I did walk through cities one saturday,. A golden finch came winging my way,. And sang to me a song of my country,. And words of life from city and sea..
Crave, crave. Crave, crave. Alright. . The simple life, I will not have. It doesn't satisfy me. I don't believe in the status quo. I kinda leaves me bleak.
oceans lay between us and the things we think we need,. but i've known many who would gladly swim to get to where you are.. always more together than the ones you think are better off,.
I don't wanna hand nothin' to ya. . I just wanna sit back and do ya. . Dontcha make me stand up and chase it. . I just wanna lay back and taste it. . Come and get it right here for you.
When you run,. digger, runner, listener, thief,. you carry it all with you.. . Today I woke up uncertain,. and you know that gives me the fits,. so I left this land of fungible convictions.
Well I don't know where they come from. But they sure do come. I hope they comin' for me. And I don't know how they do it. But they sure do it good. I hope they doin' it for free.
the annointed one - fathers favorite son. now we see, long before the race, you'd already won.. oh beautified, with the softest eyes,. these days I can't escape your face, do you remember mine?.
It was hit and run when ya took my heart away. . Nothin' you could do to change my mind. . Nothin' you could say to make me stay. Here I go alone,into the night.
Oh, lonely day. Oh, led astray. Oh, burden on the land. Oh, always same. Oh, nothing changed. Oh, urge to bite the hand. . Withholding on. Your promise to the air.
it's been a hard road, and there's no turning back.. and there's no end in sight to this darkening night,. and that's a sad fact.. but i hear you come down to the graves at inchigeela,.
Sometimes I feel like a dog,. got no place to run. I feel all alone,. my only friend is my gun. . So I get up everyday,. and I stand up and I fight. they say I'm a crazy man,.
I said, "I wonder how it is I'm standing here. War is raging everywhere under the sky?". I feel defeated here by everything. Cheated here by everyone on every side.
One Polaroid a day. Perfect every single way. Anchor in a winding ley. Let's get on while others hang on to document decay. . But you want to control everything.
A white face in a white crowd. The day, it starts and it gets harder just to stand out. Someone, everyone organically can hang with. Or someone cynically manipulating language.
As I was walking through a life one morning. The sun was out, the air was warm. But oh, oh, oh, I was cold. . And though, I must have looked half a person.