Came from the top of the deck. Warm and direct. No more shoes. No more news. No more blues. . Iranian gown on your frame. Born to the game. No more shoes.
Mama's in the kitchen with onions. Daddy's in the back with ol' Hank. Thinking 'bout the lasers and bunions. Talking disability ranks. . No, we didn't have too much money.
So long. Good bye to the nervous apprehension. I certainly won't miss ya. My heart is unable to stay so unstable no more. . Go now. Leave this place and if you do not know how.
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more. No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more. Well, I wake up in the morning, fold my hands and pray for rain.
From eternal grey. Fantastic times await. . So let them rake in. All they wrought. No one can get at you. If you're caught on a wave. . Fractured knees, calamaties.
In shocking white. Too light for light. More like heaven. Angel food rot. . Came from the earth. Inside the earth. Jag of hurt time. Head revolving. .
Jennifer dates a man in a 60s cover band. He's the ess-dog, or sean if you wish. She's 18, he's 31. She's a rich girl, he's the son. Of a coca-cola middle man.
"And in a funny way, the shaving of my, uh, head has been a. liberation from, uh, a lot of, uh, stupid vanities really. Uh,. it has simplified everything for me, it has opened a lot of.
What you gonna do?. I don't know, my friend. But I'm open to suggestion if you'll proffer two cents. Give me something I can hang my coat on, yeah!. .
Hopscotch Willie. Swore he was framed. He was a mark not a killer. So he declaimed. . It was a classic example of a fall guy. . Facts all point to a skinny white ass.
Rationalized confusion, memento morial. You're turning ugly into ease, you're naked in a towel. Well pride's a swollen subset. It will never never never pipe down.
I kinda like the way you dot your J's. with giant circles of naivety. the kind of circles include everything. . don't mean to damn you with the faintest praise.
We meet again. Riding our divisible bodies. Feel no shame. Luck is love is on. . If you need the pain. Well you are, yes you are so much like me. Seasons change--nothing lasts for long.
I came to call your dare. And look you up on all you. Claim to want to share. Claim to want to share. . Don't get into. The throng in your head. Cause this is not a passenger line.
Of all my stoned digressions,. Some have mutated into the truth,. Not a spoof. You are the bold expression. Of all your parent's loss. Which you pause, there's no us.
Pack up the brats, it's nineteen eighty three. You're in a band, Dynamic Calories. From York to New York, you were a mild sensation. Coverin' costs, sleepin' on floors and havin' flings (baby yeah).
Hate recreated. A revelation. A-listen to me. I'll tell you I'm about to run. And the ceiling's are undone. . Specialized victories. For overage whores.
Feel the work. Of the tooth-impacting jerks. Seem to measure you for size. They got metal in their eyes (oh yeah). . We're chasin' performance and several moods.
At the centre. Where they go on weekdays. It takes hours. Just to slake that thirst. . Heavy heels. And a daunting post rate. Bad idea for your. Blistered toes.
Bleed the pot. When you're hot you're hot. And when enough is enough. Do the fakers drop out?. Promise me. You will always be. Too awake to be famous.