Deep green hills whose shoulders fade. Into the gray tall wet grass. Whose flesh makes fools of grazing sheep. Whose fleecing makes a fool of me. . And who shall I blame for this sweet and heavy trouble?.
a white ghost. making his way up the west coast. trying to focus his high hopes. on a vagina or two. he's taking his chances. . meanwhile. back in his living room.
Hunger drives me, it's got me by the reigns. I let it wreck me, time and time again. . I decided to never ride again. I don't know what happened. . Dad, I broke my promise to you.
Old friend. Your horse is ready to ride. When morning comes. . From this church town. Where damning rumors drip. From holy tongues. . It won't go away.
roll me over i wanna wave at the kids. i can't say i prescribe cause i don't know what it is. i'm down at the track i'm just calling to check in. if you start without me say my name as you begin.
One, two, three, four. . All the way to grandma's house I stayed on the narrow path. But my brother wandered off deep into the woods. Bitten twice by rattle snakes, tangled up in poison oak.
The volunteers were tired. Heads were hanging low. The news had spoiled their appetite. For stuffing envelopes. . Twelve points was an awful lot to be down in the polls.
I could hear the church bells ringing. They pealed aloud Your praise. The member's faces were smiling. With their hands out stretched to shake. . It's true they did not move me.
The impact. The aftershave. The European cigarettes. The taxi. The alcohol. That lingers on your breath. The lipstick. The street lamp. The woolen overcoat.
Wouldn't it be so wonderful. If everything were meaningless. But everything is so meaningful. And most everything turns to shit. Rejoice.
It's Priceless when you said you had to work late. When we both know you're at a motel. Here's the thing that's so much more depressing. Than the infidelities itself.
This is how we multiply. Pity that it's not my wife. The friction of skin. The trembling sigh. . This is how the bodies move. With everything that we could lose.
I'll take something to believe. Something with long sleeves, 'cause it's unpredictable. That Jesus said He'd fill my needs, but my heart still bleeds.
Here we have our dust free dining set. We guarentee it won't collect a spec. Freeing up the children to instead. Grow into your molding. Heed more of your scolding.
Paramedics brave and strong. Up before the break of dawn. Putting poker faces on. Broken bodies all day long. . The neighbors heard a fight. Someone had a knife.
Have you ever seen and idealist with grey hairs on his head. Or successful men that keep in touch with unsuccessful friends. You only think you did. I could have sworn I saw it too.
We were walking, holding hands. With our bare feet in the sand. And the seagulls overhead. When I broke the spell and said. . "I could never divorce you.
Sunken ships rest upon the ocean floor. Where I've made my home to dodge the draft once more. . There once was a time, one could flee to the north. But Canada's not what she used to be.
All the time you were burning my letters. You were only acting the part. You think without me you'll get on much better. But you don't even know your own heart.
If only the rules were built upon. Philosophy that I embraced. I'd hug your neck. And kiss your face. . But its very obvious. That your ideals are not for me.