You were not the first to arrive. Will not be the last to survive. The pigs and the oxen we bound to the wheel. Turn it off, turn it off. . You are not the last of this house.
By shadowing. All the darkened fields. Of forgotten words. And civilian lives. . Violence. Through the changing guards. Through the grinding away. And their furious marching.
Let me touch you. Put my hands on you. I kiss you. And we'll see things through. . Would you lay with me. Would you lay with me. Till the sun peaks through the blinds.
I once had a true love. Her name was Maggie Brown. Her eyes they were the color. Of the sun burning down. . And she had hair that smelled like jasmine.
Still don't know what I was waiting for. And my time was running wild, a million dead-end streets. Every time I thought I'd got it made. It seemed the taste was not so sweet.
I turned 17, spring of 1861. And I killed 20 men 'fore I turned 21. 20 holes and 20 men, 20 holes they's buried in. There they lay in the cold red Georgia play at Catoosa County.
Casey joins the hollow sounds of silent people walking down. The stairway to the subway, in the shadows down below. Following their footsteps through the neon-darkened corridors.
On a mantle made of oakwood. There's a photograph from my childhood. It was taken in the desert early light. . I look a lot like a leprechaun. With a Mexican vest and a red hippie hat on.
There's a factory standing empty. Where we built your Chevrolet. And we sent our kids to college. On a forty hour wage. . But now the windows all are broken.
Well, he was from a small town. In Northern Mississippi. She was raised on the Puget Sound. A third generation hippie. . Fate would take them to L.A. County.
The streets of my town are not what they were. They are haloed in anger, bitter and hurt. And it's not so you'd notice but it's a sinister thing. Like the wheels of ambition at the christening.
Close your eyes. Close your eyes. Go to sleep now, my darling. There's a Sandman. Old and white. Bringing happy dreams to you. Tattle Tail. Go to sleep.
Oh, ho my soul. Sometimes we don't know what to do. We work so hard being tough on our own. But now it's me and you. . Let's give it up sad bones. 'Cause we all fall on hard times.
Oh, Cinnamon Road. That's where we would go to try and feel better. Oh, hot summer breeze. The tops of the trees reachin' forever. . So you take all the things that you felt then.
Christmas time is here,. Happiness and cheer,. Fun for all that children call their favorite time of year.. . Snowflakes in the air,. Carols everywhere,.
Cold nights, warm hands. Mountains, flat lands. Your face. Nothing gets erased. And I feel like a change is on the way. . Once you held my hand. Wasn't long I saw you drift like sand.
Peace be still to the wind, Peace be still to the storm, I'm crossing' over.. . I felt the winds blow, I heard the lightning roll, And I was fearful, But I remember that you told me I would make it to my destiny, Now everything I'm feeling, I won't let it hinder me..
I'm rushing a lamppost fevers got me. I'm thawing my best jokes but i sat alone. With the captain of the quarantine. I chewed my way through my boat. I paddled with feathers i fell snug in a fish snare.
Here In My Car. I Feel Safest Of All. I Can Lock All My Doors. It's The Only Way To Live. In Cars. . Here In My Car. I Can Only Receive. I Can Listen To You.