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The Last Time I Saw Richard

[Originally by Joni Mitchell]. The last I saw Richard was in Detroit '68 and he told me, "All romantics meet the same fate someday: cynical and drunk and boring someone in some dark cafe." "You laugh," he said, "you think you're immune, well go look into your eyes they're full of moons, you like roses and kisses and pretty men to tell you all those pretty lies, pretty lies, when you gonna realize they're all just pretty lies, only pretty lies?" Put a quarter in the Wurlitzer and he pushed three buttons and the thing began to whir and the barmaid came by in fishnet stockings and a bowtie and said, "Drink up now, its getting on time to close." "Richard you haven't really changed," I said, "just now that you're romanticizing some kind of pain that's in your head, you've got tombstones in your eyes but the songs you picked to dream on, listen, they speak of a love so sweet. Love so sweet, when you gonna get yourself back up on your feet? Oh love can be so sweet, love so sweet." Richard got married to a figure skater and her bought her a dishwasher and a coffee percolator, and now he drinks alone most nights with the TV on and all the house lights off, crying. "I'm gonna blow this damn candle out, I don't want nobody coming over to my table I got nothing to talk to anybody about" All good dreamers end this way, staring down bottles in dark cafes, dark cafes, only a phase before I get my gorgeous wings and fly away, only a phase, these dark cafe days..

Staring At Your Toy Collection

Spin

Bird swings, sing blue, my Paris fling. Out the screen door, off and old cassette. My mind was tight and ran like a engine,. When you showed up it was the darkest of dark nights.

Song For Annie's Harmonica

You fill up my sences. like night in the forest. like the mountains in spring time. like a walk in the rain. like a storm in the desert. like a sleepy blue ocean.

Something In The Air

Slow Me Down

Shuffle, Kick, Hum A Tune

Sheriff Ochs

I just finished a book with its cover torn and its pages worn.. The story starts on the day you were born in the city.. Where movie houses stood. Raised on Elvis and Hollywood..

Share The Road

Troubled at the office, troubled at the bank. I put my hands against the tree line. I know it's real but it still feels fake. The last thing I remember from that world.

Sex Ruins Everything

Scene

Rowing A Dead Horse

chasing a lie. tracing our scars. moaning for help to be held. and every day we feel further away from ourselves. the concrete is wet, i feel too comfortable.

Robi Point, Stars Above

Prairie Lullaby

[Originally by Leon Redbone]. Shadows slowly creeping, down the prairie trail. Everything is sleeping, all but the nightingale. Soon the moon will be climbing across the blue, blue sky, night winds slow and haunting. This prairie lullaby. Tumble to bed, my child, my little old sleepy head, the stars are in the sky. Now that your prayers are said, my little old sleepy head to this prairie lullaby. Saddle up your ponies, to sail with you, lead you down a trail of dreams. Stumble to bed, my child, my little old sleepy head, to this prairie lullaby. Saddle up your ponies to sail with you, lead you down a trail of dreams. Now that your prayers are said, you can get to bed, to this prairie lullaby..

Please Don't Sweat The Afterlife

Please Don't Let It End Like This

[Originally by Eric Mast]. I never guessed a kiss could feel so honest. I never expected a thing from you. I'm not the one who's special but it made me feel so brand new. You made me feel like nothing mattered. Made me believe that love was pure. I want to feel like I still matter to you. Stayed up all night same as last night and the one before just like the night we spent before. Last time I saw you I tried to hide it wasting my time hoping you would walk by. I would have never guessed how deeply you have made me fall for you. I'm not sure how you still feel about us, I myself am a bit confused. I realize that you don't need me but right now I'm missing you. Please don't let it end this way..

Pick A Town, Find A Box, Live Alone

Per Se Wha?!

The food that you love has snuck up on you and what a. weight you've gained.. . The life that you chose was getting too heavy.. . Now you can't complain..