With words big as headlines. The Gospel according to you. Is broadcast on frequencies. Too frequent to see through. But you've got. . Nothing to say. Nothing to say.
When all the words just fall across the floor. and daytime is the nighttime of your soul. and you just can't find the truth behind the facts. and every dream is torn apart and you just can't seem to act.
11 days so far this week. I've been locked up in my cage. too far too soon to get the mail. you maybe sent to me. I still listen at the door. when I hear someone outside.
Blonde bomb baby,shellshocked. filthy,squeeky clean. turned off my reciever. made me feel so ugly and mean. Hogwash. don't spill your guts in my face.
Blown astray. on a cold winters day. leaves in the garden. wind blow away. Home of the brave. Gas-station vice. an ace or the snake-eyed dice?. be a local hero.
He had a heart-attack, Mac. they shot him full of smack. he overdosed 'fore he understood. anything at all. They forgot before long. put their black righteous cloaks back on.
Lean on me won't you,. trust me for a while. she said "I think I'm cured now". I touched her nimble fingers. she was shaking like a leaf. I suppose she got what she needed.
Grinder. Who cares how wins now anyhow. You bought the kid,now watch him die. At the point of any gun. Are you a part of everyone?. . Grinder. Grinder.
How come you're never there. when I'm on the floor. to pick me up or to kick my ass or what?. I don't think you care. 'cause when you walk out the door.
A song Moon dog recorded for his second CBS album in 1969.. Our version was based on Big Brother & The Holding Company's cover from their first Mainstream) album..
The empire never ended. nothing's really changed. I know the way it must've felt. when visions burn,they sometimes melt. and fade away like tracks in snow.
She turned her back on the church and put all her faith in me. At the back of the chapel where I taught her to screw and to blaspheme. We turned our backs to the church, with our trousers around our knees.
The beats yeah, they were coming out the speakers. And were winding up straight in your sneakers. And I'm dancing like every song who spends his bizzle like.
I was the first match struck at the first cremation,. You are my shallow grave, I'll tend you as a sexton. If you're the casket door that's being slammed upon me,.
Meet me at. St. Nicholas. Among the oaks. Behind the church. . That sway like pig-tailed girls. As summer wind whistles. Around your bare-skin knees. And the forsythia leaves.
And the dashboard assembled descending height order. Half a decade of father's day, it's another thought for. Another passed on, puppy eyes, nasty reaction.
You glug and you glug, salt water from sandcastle bucket.. You glug and you glug and the tide turns in your stomach, splash your shoes.. You complain the tap-water runs solid white, you dangle fishing line for crabs,.
Can we all please just calm the fuck down?. . In an analogy that makes sense to most. This opportunity it found me unmarked at the far post. But I blazed it right against the crossbar.
Before the ice gritters. But after the drunks. I tiptoe down the stairs to fill the stockings up. . Believe me when I say I wouldn't have it any other way.