she carries herself like a pretty woman. maybe she was one once. do i see my future in her presence. i can't stop staring. a shopping cart is all she has now.
Hey man, what's your problem?. Don't you know that I don't belong to you. It's hard and hard enough to keep it up. When everything is so new. . I'm not trying to forget you.
Catch a boat to England, baby, maybe to Spain. Wherever I have gone, wherever I've been and gone. Wherever I have gone, the blues I'd to sing. . Go bring me whiskey, baby, go bring me gin.
Old black mountain. Tried to spit in your face. Old black mountain. Tried to spit in your face. Baby's grubbing whiskey. Oh, she's practicing. . Old black mountain.
Bird flew by. And wondered, wondered why. She was wise. And ought to stay up in the sky. . From the air she could wonder. For the reason. What's the point of a year.
A crowded room on Beverley. A party for the rent. You were sitting casually. With a few of your fabulous friends. I asked you what your name was. But you just turned and laughed.
Go ahead,. You can stare all you want at me. You can rip out my dignity. Take all that you need. . Go ahead,. You can kick me when I am down. And when Im lying here on the ground.
eyes like omens i've been told. and friends are found when keys are stolen. find the keys the corn is golden. friends have golden hearts and souls and.
there are my specs. the ones I've been looking for. I threw them out the window ten years ago. and now they're on my doorstep. . so you put one and one together.
is new york city really like a graveyard they all ask me. and i say well it was last week but man that was in the past. see i stopped going to the places where the people act so nasty.
the beer i had for breakfast was a bottle of mad dog. and my 20/20 vision was fifty percent off. you said punch-buggy red and punched me right in my left eye.
I'm tired of getting postcards. And tired of paying long distance bills. Baby be back soon. I'm tired of dreaming of sex. And tired of not being able to show my skills.
Another ending on your story. Now I'll have to speak to you from a distance. 'Cause I tend to forget my duty. When I get too close to your resistance.
Words & music by Jen Foster. . Pieces, falling. Through the sky, I'm wanting. To feel you beneath me. But not like this, believe me. No, I can't wake up, no I can't crash down.
All day, since your haircut in the morning,. you have looked like a painting, even more than usual.. We are in the wind, planting the maples.. We meet an older man who seems to know.
A white moon appears. Like a hole in the sky. The mangroves go quiet. In la Brisa de la Palma. . A teenage Rasputin. Takes the sting from a gin. When a woman learns to walk.