I'm getting used to getting old but where's my ambition - Days of. omission. I feel broken down inside because my words seem to be trite adding. to the overwhelming.
Well, the monkeys in the trees are happy. The coconuts are turning green. The coconut boy climbs up to the top of the tree. . Gathered a nice ripe coconut.
Choke choke pride. Still I could only wait for you to decide. Tear it all apart. You break my heart. Why don't you follow through. Follow through. And the day ends.
Too many hangars in the closet. A clutter of confusion. Too little rectitude to hold. a moral absolute. Too much distinction to relate to them. Irresolutions we contemplate with no end.
Everything that i've done here into one in keeping with.... Some earned conviction, some stagnation,. Some change despair. Disappointment and odds. In a costume you can't take off.
Here comes the day I see my friends far away,. When I grow up inside what will happen to me?. The city sights the business types,. I can see but where are you?.
I can't recall the hurting words that I once said. So long ago, still indignation clouds your head. And it's enough to know the pain of losing friends.
burn those bridges to the ground, ground, ground,. without a sound we just blew up hard to be a ?desert? to this is our heart,. this is their truth someone told you live is short but short's just long.
You wont find me. Condescending at your closed door. You wont hear how I feel. Say youve been there before. . The holidays the hardest time. To fill in all the blanks.
Hey, where did we go, days when the rain came?. Down in the hollow, playin' a new game. Laughin' and a runnin' , hey hey, skippin' and a jumpin'. In the misty mornin' fog with our hearts a thumpin' at you.
forgive you. if that's what you want. you roll back and you're wasted. and I'm all torn up. I bury promise here. you would come back. once your feeling sorry.
I try to focus on what i hear listen to what i see i've. thought of it a lot and it's becoming all to clear. (chorus) i take it in excess as my true feelings are.
Jimmy Brown made of stone Charlie. Clown no way home bring on the dancing horses. Headless and all alone shiver. . And say the words of every lie you've heard first.
you've got a thing about being lame you think you'll. show us all your handicap is great you've got a thing. about being lost you think with our concern you'll.
He knows no shame. and takes no blame. . this simpleton. sees everything.. . He's only satisfied. to point out other's mistakes. . never afraid. to use his pride..
The turn out tonight is weak. The crowd is looking meager. Only 40 to 50 in the flock. but 3 more beers and I'm playin' Woodstock. And you can probably see that we're not all that tight.
Cause I'm a bad scene. and here's everyone to blame but me. Everyone points. We all have all our selfish points. A broken machine. Used to puke up something good when we fed it.