burned down. weak sound. throat full. straw mouth. . knocked down. dragged away. wet and rotting. waiting to dry. and burn. . controversy over things.
Downwind there is a comin'. A rumble in the sand, it sets our feet to runnin'. For the fear of the faceless man. And for the fear of the faceless man.
it's so weird i still live here. it's so weird i still know you. so weird i still love you. so weird i'm still alive.. . every day i awake. and i'm truly amazed.
On a brig loaded with timber headed for the north Maine coast,. They took on some rough seas.. The captain and his slave fought back the heavy waves,.
wake up one day. where am i at?. i've been in this place too long. i need to find a way back. . it's been so long since i was there. such an empty space.
Rushian, always Rushian. Yeah, yeah. Rushian, always Rushian. Yeah, yeah. . Anatole, do you have to keep on telling me. That this time will pass you and we won't be.
i open the floodgates. and hope it won't hurt. . inside i confide. . growing up seems so long ago. fill my cup with days i can't let go. the only thing that i've ever learned.
Filling all the holes with hope. Sounds of all the things I don't know. If you were to tell me I wasn't here. I'd believe you I'm bound by fear. . I tried everything.
Why sue me? Why sue me? Why?. Why sue me? Why sue me? Why?. Why sue me? Why sue me? Why?. Why sue me? Why sue me? Why?. . Why sue me? Why sue me? Why?.
forcing me to win. broken down in sin. submarine skill. meant to kill. . i found myself undone. down you faceless one. forcing me to win. . my openness for you is free.
Heard of a land held by a troubled hand. Where the whiskey runs the coal. Don't you dare go ask the newsman. 'Cause he'll tell you everything he don't know.
Solarium malaria lookin' for the stereo. Wanted to save being excommunicated from the area, it's okay. In the city said, he cut a cord of wood. No bigger than a thimble but still plenty good, it's okay.
space cadet escape response. revealing the tendency to survive. crash course with fate. rookie made big mistakes. . dream to merge space and time. . proven track record we see.
The women in the valley forged her. Them go day to day. Don't let them raid me home and. My home and place. . These men they don't see beyond. So they war and war.
It's not over. Over is the day you give up. . Not unlike three leaf clover. Unlucky until you give it thought.. I will never be sober. I'll leave before you can help.
Dear Mr. Omar Bay. Heard the news that you left today. You still countin' all them taxicabs. They takin' you back to the time you have left?. . Do you well remember Vietnam.
I work in the kitchen at an old folk's home. I do my best but I too am getting on. I do the dishes but lately I been dropping plates. See as I get older, my hands are starting to shake.
Every night is full of muted white. A faint reflection, a faded sunrise. Dew coated sill, pale blue sky. Warmer weather keeps the sleds all dry. Muffled laughter and joyful screams.
high above cesar chavez boulevard. above the traffic gridlock courtyard. exhale the last bit of smog. . way back down through the old man's shop. from his eye falls one last tear drop.
I did not know but. But someone died in my sleep last night. I tried to reach the phone. But in the darkness, I knocked over the light. . And can you speak up?.