it was just another boring friday night. when things got a little out of control. a record player and some cds. is what he stole. . well he claims he wiped the finger prints.
They call it stormy Monday. But Tuesday's just as bad. They call it stormy Monday. But Tuesday's just as bad. Lord, and Wednesday's worse. And Thursday's all so bad.
you said, you know that I will always. be there for you.. you said, youd be a sympathetic ear,. any time I wanted to talk.. . theres no disguising the truth.
there's a broken needle scratchin my 45 collection. through a burned out, blown 2-speaker combination. . there's nothin left to do but crank it up loud.
Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low. Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low. You got no nerve baby, to turn Uncle John from your door. . I woke up this morning, I had them Statesboro Blues,.
sing your song with sweet caresses,. enchanted voice holds no surprise.. drawn up on the rocks and grounded,. flotsam on a ebbing tide.. tales are told by sailors smiten,.
i met this girl the other day. sitting alone on the wednesday train. i said, "what's wrong? you look so sad.". . she said she's got something inside. that she's not willing to confide.
Lord, I was born a ramblin' man. Tryin' to make a livin' and doin' the best I can. And when it's time for leavin', I hope you'll understand. That I was born a ramblin' man.
far in the night, in the depths of your mind.. you dream of me and what might yet be.. where nameless things crawl with echoing screams,. from them, to me you flee my child..
Ain't but one way out baby, Lord I just can't go out the door. Ain't but one way out baby, and Lord I just can't go out the door. 'Cause there's a man down there, might be your man I don't know.
the car wasn't locked, it was tempeting fate.. my friends and me, we'd stopped out late.. nothing to do, nowhere to go,. put the car into gear, hit the open road..
"Potential Suicide". . She sits at home and tries to remember all the days when everybody said nothing could bring her down. Now she's found that she can't stand the site of her reflection in the windows of this beat up old town.
schizophrenic suicide, but who is due to die.. is it me or him, the one within,. the one who frowns or the one who grins.. there's someone under eveeryone,.
It took too long. It took too long. It took to long for you to call back. And normally I would just forget that. Except for the fact it was my birthday.
i've never understood. why i always think about it. and why it's always on my mind i don't know. i often wonder. if things are gonna change at all. 'cause now i get the closest when i'm all alone.
perching on the brink of insanity.. frustration snapping like a dog at my heels.. no love is lost on humanity,. no love has come my way for many a year..
well i think the time has come to tell you how i feel about everything thats been inside my mind since the day we crossed the line into his real life fantasy cause i poured my heart into the last 3 years of wondering what i should do should i cash the check and trade in what i though i knew your promises don't help to make it easier.
she only hurts you,. when she knows you can't defend.. so wrapped up in deception,. a reflection is her only friend.. not everyone is taken in,. by the image you portray..
nooone. We got it we got it. Ok. . Fuck you. None of my friends are punks. None of my friends are punks. . I don't know. You're tough dude. That was just funny.
no one but you by andy racher. . sexual pleasures of the self,. toys to tempt and things to please me.. look around and help yourself,. but don't touch if you' e' gonna tease me..