Wake up breathe keep breathing. . You don't trade money here. You trade information. And skin. Right now there are thousands of forgotten people. Trying to remember you.
Met a man on a train near Santa Fe. Who was dead a minute as a child. Fell off a dock. He couldn't swim and his heart stopped. A gold snake slid from the sky.
From the Album:. * To the hilt. . Not too serious. Take that frown off your face. I'll get furious. Baby I'd like to see a change of looks. Gimme pleasure.
I think I've been asleep. I saw lights on the road. Clouds moving overhead. At a speed I couldn't follow. It was very dark. I tried to keep my eyes. On the white lines.
Oh, when the saints go marching in. Oh, when the saints go marching in. I want to be in that number. When the saints go marching in. . Oh, when the sun, refuses to shine.
5-22-02. That's when I told you. 5-22-02. . Did you ever feel the way?. The feeling of a day gone by. I was hoping you felt that thing too. . Could you stand another day.
She took my money. She stole my car. Broke my heart. And smashed my guitar. She slandered my name. And laughed in my face. And on Saturday night. She went and trashed the whole place.
From the Album:. * Eight miles high. . You're my everyday's torture. You're a burnin' light. When dark times surround me. You're my love, you're my fight.
At any moment, you know,. Your manufactured cool could blow. Welcome to the land of pointless and destructive. . You keep whining and crying into your beer,.
Well, not so long ago, I ran into you. A pair of lonely eyes and a pair of broken hearted shoes. And then the other night, you were as cold as snow. You kept your blue jeans on and I never heard you leavin the room.
I hope you find it. Whatever it is. I wish you time enough. I wish you peace of mind. Something real. Something you can feel. I hope the rain holds. You'll see it coming.
Sweet as Mary out of sheer love. Runs the water. Clean and beautiful. Leaves it standing on a Sunday. Here's the ritual. . She has never been so pure has never been so pure.
Eight miles high and when you touch down. You'll find that it's stranger than known. Signs in the street that say where you're going. Are somewhere just being their own.
The preacher went out a huntin', it was on one Sunday morn'. It was against his religion, but he took a shotgun along. He got himself a mess o' mighty fine quail and one old scraggly hare.
Really just a reflex. Really just the soul text. Sleeping and awaking. Taking and taking. Dizzy from this fucking search. I seek the love of God. Dizzy from this fucking search.
From the Album:. * Seven tears. . Today I stayed home and watched the rain. Drip, drop, on my windowpane. Thought about tears from heaven. They told me when I was seven.
Grab your coat and get your hat. Leave your worries on the doorstep. Life can be so sweet. On the sunny side of the street. Can't you hear the pitter-pat.
From the Albums:. * No promises no debts. * 2nd Live. * The complete naked truth. . You're in for a cold shower. The man's gonna cut the power. Don't stop the show.
Now one time there lived an old man. With a very crooked nose. He lived inside a log hut. And they called him ol' man Mose. One dark and dreary morning I knocked upon his door.
What am I thinking high in mind. Don't you see me all the time. Don't you forget all the words I say. Don't stay away. Girl, don't stay away and be true to me.