it's as if you started out on the front page paper newstand pixelated in black and white, this picture of you now is still beautiful somehow armed with a guy that's not me.
this parking lot, these windows fog transparancy, this radio dubs all of me, august felt us kissing under waterfalls, salty faces choked up on goodbye, it's the last time.
Here's to the note she wrote, well raise the bottle. Oh, got drunk and made out with a model. What the hell is going on tonight?. It seems I'm stuck in game mode.
She'll take a chance on this boy. Missiles launched and she's deployed. Her plan to understand him now. And she don't know where he's been. But she'll find a reason.
Just one turn to steer your fate. Or wait for fate to spin you. Your trusting's fine but much too blind. Your compass is within you. . These days pass you yearning.
Say goodbye to your twenties, tomorrow is the "Big 3-0". For my birthday present, I've got a place where we can go. It's a lesson in motion to ride the wildest ride.
The top of my head shines through my haircut. Even when I brush, shape and style. Top of my head smiles at the young man. Telling me I must have been alive awhile.
I'm a coke shoe bopper. From New Orleans. I take every kinda drug. That you ever seen. I've eatin' inside, outside. Bring in the twist. I gotta fire my missle.
from Unreleased. ............................................... . The time between the lightning and the thunder,. The time to wait before her fate arrives..
With this tattoo you make a promise. Of who you are and what you think. And this will be your binding contract. Written down in blood and ink. . She had a life to live.
She couldn't sleep. She fired up the engine. 'Cause she had no place to go. . She likes the window open. And she's listening to the road. Just a whisper.
from Turning Point. ............................................... . (Spoken). In the deep of the darkest night. There's a beacon of yellow light. . (singing).
The Terminal Tavern. By David Wilcox. Ah, what a beautiful place.. It is so lush and quiet in these walls.. It's a place where the sound really stands a chance of finding its way..
He said his prayers in the barroom. Whisky was his holy wine. And the bar became an alter. His friends were angels in the their time. His hand was steady on the glass.
I make the radio play. And he smiles, a big smile. He's sure that the people who sing. Are inside, inside. . Why did I try to explain?. He's got a miracle there.
I'm the nightshift watchman for the planet. Five days a week, I watch the tube. Five nights a week, I'm watching the radar. Easy job with nothing much to do.
Know what you say. Say what you know. Go where you live. Live where you go. Don't take advice. Take a chance. Roll the dice. Learn to dance. . We are the roughest.
from Unreleased. ............................................... . So Mister Einstein, what'd you do then?. 'Cause there's a hole in your resume after 1910.
from Unreleased. ............................................... . by Cliff Eberhardt. . There are the ones that you call friends.. There are the ones that you call late at night..
I'm the kid who ran away with the circus. Now I'm watering elephants. But I sometimes lie awake in the sawdust. Dreaming I'm in a suit of light. . Late at night in the empty big top.