When I die, call this number. Unencumber yourself from the details. The whole thing's bought and paid for. The box, the viewin' and one more ride. . Bought a plot by some azaleas.
All un-tucked from a late night binge. Look, the ass is drunk again!. I say, So fucking what. I'd knock that smile off your old mans face. If it didn't mean losing all grace in your eyes.
Never had an easy love. Never had an easy love. Like the one I'm dreaming of. Find the hand that fits the glove. . Of love. Of love. . Talking to a friend yesterday.
Just be clever for clever's sake. Starin' at the ceiling into shadow fakes. The circle-smokes in the ladies room only. Got you as far as the roles assumed.
Walking a line. I try to walk a straight line. But I'm stoned. Counting the lies. I've been counting the lies. That I've told. Remember what you said.
I told you and I thought you said you understood.. It never stays inside your head, is it made of wood?. I talk and talk all night,. I never get it right,.
Pay for the light but you may still slide. Baby it's not your sleigh ride but this year is ours. Maybe tommorow, we're gonna see. Things we'd never believe, I'll make you want me you'll see.
the second coming of chris. (alexander, feltenberger, welsh). . he'll be coming up 287. he'll be driving a rented car. he'll be carrying a key to heaven.
They met up in Rockport. Where the moon rose early and the days were short. And the miles between were still too many to mention. . The Blue Ridge rides at starfall.
I hear it talking in my head. And breath in deeply through my nose. I feel it slip into my skin. Light up a cigarette then blow. . My alter ego say's hello.
Well I might take the train if I ever see you again. Well I might take the train if I ever see you again. I might live for tomorrow, but my eyes fill with sorry.
Pay for the light but you may still slide. Baby it's not your sleigh ride but this year is ours. Maybe tommorow, we're gonna see. Things we'd never believe, I'll make you want me you'll see.
badlees/back_where_we_came_from. ALSO KNOWN AS: badlees/the_na_na_song. Written by Alexander. Quote: Experience is the comb that nature gives us. when we are bald (Belgian Proverb).
I hear it talking in my head. & breathing deeply through my nose. I feel it slip into my skin. Light up a cigarette then blow. . My alter ego say's hello.
You tell me lies and you wanna cheat behind my back. A sense of decency's the only thing you ever lacked. I was prepared to give, take and understand.
Distant love you left for distant town. Only need to whisper please don't shout. Plant the seed let seed of love grow. Floating down the stream against the flow.
(Alexander). . Well I met her in college. Hanging out at sigma Chi. Singing stoned and drunken versions. Of American Pie. . We picked up and married. Soon as she got out of school.
Seems you created your own illusion. Fueled by an image of me. Well I couldn't stay at your side. It wouldn't be right. A picture that I just don't see.
Saturday night. Sun going down. And you man aint around. A north wind blowing cold. It chills you to the bone. And tonight you're getting stoned. Have a little drink, ease your mind.
I was just a young boy, barely 17. A regular poster child for the American dream. I spent some time in college, tried to learn that system well. Left a problem drinker and cynical as hell.