A letter of acceptance, from an old forgotten friend. A little piece of history, you thought you'd never see again. Like the broken Plymouth and the boat with the hole.
Just a poor boy scratchin' my back on a razor's edge. This razor's edge I call my home. Keep my thoughts inside myself down where they're born and bled.
Once was a man who didn't do too well. He spent more than a little time down in his little hell. He had time to decide. Even if it was worth the ride.
There are nights when I'm in my bed. Fear, like a freight train, runnin' through my head. Watch a man in the county seat. Bring a gavel down and he looks like me.
Live on a subway "Graffiti hall". Said it one more time. Taking time to save my soul. Still alive, in a bar maid. Said it weren't my time. Paid my dues they say belong.
badlees/like_a_rembrandt. >From the album "Diamonds in the Coal". written by: Alexander & Naydock. Message: The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of.
Goodnight my answer, your dreams are still sweet. Goodnight, be careful with yourself. Don't worry about the money, forget about the wealth. . You'll be my angel, divert me from Hell.
He'd eat at KFC. Wore salad clothes and smelled like turpentine. He talked alot about his art. With a spitting image of Ernest Borgnine. They found him dead the other day.
He is your brother.. And just because he's older,. He will always try to bust you. No matter what you do, you must obey him.. He is your brother.. And just because he's younger,.
This town ain't much to look at, there ain't that much to do. With the local Joe's at the stop and go and the class of '42. We go down to the laundromat and listen to that station.
Sunday morning the kids are playing in the street. Lookin' for pennies in the cracks of the concrete. And I'm looking down at them while I'm sittin' on the roof.
Why are you tremblin' so much?. I don't think I ever felt so good. When all I need is to be free. Where I love you and you love me. . Follow the circle sur le plage.
Oh, fuck me. . When evening calls. And the black night's down on me. . You give your love. For which I take. . Blinded by the time I know. This lonely old boy's spinnin' `round.
No money man is gonna carry us. No Corporate hand is gonna bury us. If we had convictions we'd be dangerous. . Don't want their creed to guide our consequence.
Well your face still makes my day. Just like it did in the past. When you turned me away. I kept coming back for more. That's a choice I chose. And you were so distant.
badlees/just_one_moment. Written by Alexander. Quote: A man is rich in proportion to the things. he can afford to let alone (Henry David Thoreau). SONG LYRICS:.