amazing...g love and the special sauce. hidden track on philadelphonic. . yeah. when i woke up this morning. i heard this groove in my head. then i had to get these words out.
...the emperor wears no clothers. The emperor wears no clothers. The emperor wears no clothers. He don't like none of those. 200 years in which I spit.
let me tell you about this girl. the way I feel, it's the real deal. and as a matter of course. i'm not lost in love. i'm not falling in love, rather i'm standing.
This town has no seasons. it's the middle of October,. and you'd think there'd be a nice,. cool breeze by now (but you'd be wrong).. The summer lingers here for half of the year.
I shouldn't be hard to find.... I'll be the one with my big mouth moving;. my big words, saying nothing.. I hope you know. it's not my father's fault I'm such a bore,.
In morning traffic. In the purple sunrise. In $40,000 of aluminum. You can be anything you want. Anything at all. In evening traffic. In the orange sunset.
All the wasted life. In my car tonight. I got steel and bolts and lots of holes inside. I'm immovable. Got a tired soul. I'm afraid I just don't feel quite like myself sometimes.
Elisabeth, if you get old,. may you never know the terror of these nights.. In all of the uncertainties, well certainly. you will be loved, and lifted up.
Lose yourself, you're young and you've got time. It's simple then. Start here. And move forward. You'll figure it all out eventually, or not. Either way you'll have company.
I got a job for the Salvation Army. Come and find my. Come and save my soul. I got a job for the Salvation Army. Come and find my. Come and save. My soul got lost along the way.
There are songs to be sung,. and pages to be filled with memories.. There are roads to be traveled in places I have never seen.. There are postcards to send,.
This could be the day I go. I know you think it's crazy. But I can feel it in my bones. The way the cars and people move. Slow and stop all up and down my block.
A disconcerting way to wake: to find everything in place. the world goes on without my faith in anything. to have to drag myself from bed, pull a sweater over my head.
I was born in Omaha. In my mother's tired arms. After all our fight was gone. I bet it felt good just to lie there. Drinking in the warm lights. And breathing through the tubes.
Hallelujah!. the sun is in my eyes, on my face.. The air is hot with heaviness,. and weighted and waiting for something to unfold.. Hallelujah!. the sun is on our backs at last..
Drove home to that achingly long song:. The one that moves so slow,. it makes you wonder if you're ever going to hear the next note. the way that feet moved slow through Denver December snow,.
Good morning, hospital. We've got a situation here. I'm in the belly of a whale. And haven't seen the sun for days. I'm cut and paste inside this tune.
City swallows trees. And I am responsible. 'Cause I am indifferent to these things. I got blood on my windshield. And what must be hundreds of movies in my head.