I put down the phone. And feel more alone. Than I did before it rang. And you were there. (Yeah Yeah). I go back to bed. And those things you said. Run around inside my head.
Did they. Would they. hurt the hurting, and purse the earnings. Why they. Play games. Cursed politics it's dirt and bullshit. . Don't you wish you could use your mouth as a gun?.
Pulling out my comb,. I scratch my leg. I place it beside myself,. to touch it less than loneliness. . But hey now now. She's jive. Hey now now. She's jive.
Well I. Wouldn't know about. the Moscow snow. And I. never saw. her distant winter shores. . Would you understand me if I didn't agree?. . Well I. Never touched.
Half back lover,. remember steady set go. Lonesome number,. cancelling your remaining row. . Just remember you'll get plenty today. Your pull out letter again.
Here's the story, the story in the hay. Calling warning, warning, cow delay. See the mourning, morning going away. Cease your sweeping the sheep have shown the way.
Go and get your towel. You've an appointment upstairs. Come out, come out, come out. Did you remember to wash behind your ears?. . Hey hey little. Hey little.
Well you got perfect qualities. But you lack certain subtleties. And your food comes in quantities. But you eat from the gravel streets. . It's just the boys in drag.
Everybodies doing it,. and we're invited to oh yeah. I hope they have those pickles,. in those yummy yummy tubes. Oh yeah candyarsepunkrok,. I'd rather go and play with my own monkey in a zoo.
Rasta Ozzy from up de hill. Decide fi check 'pon 'I'm grocery bill. An' when him add up de t'ings him need. De dunny done wha' him save fi buy likkle weed.
Sweat suffocate,. got to pack pack pack it all in. Bend your knees two three four,. breath in breath out and then. Grab your partners,. and pull them on out to the floor.
Tape five. Takes a stab. Atom rant. Three dives swipe the rag. It's the puddle lane. Sweet River acid rain. It's the puddle lane. . Patch glue dries. Tar soaked walks.
Once in a quiet little town. in just a couple hours once the sun went down. a crew began assembling a thrilling new attraction. more exciting than a merry-go-round.
There she flies. The Savior of the skies. Down below. Her city's lights aglow. . Her duty clear. Command, protect and serve. But in the air. Who will be there for her?.
Even the robin that cuts the dawn. Even his sound knows which side he's on. Nothing that stays where it has been. In the black. The light is a candle on my screen.
They're playing our song. They're playing our song. Can you see the lights?. Can you hear the hum?. . Of our song. I hope they get it right. I hope we dance tonight.
In shadow. In dark. In cold wind. Open up your heart. This time brushes. Your face. And one loved then. Every new shape. One loved then. Form what could.
Our time is ever on the road,. The ride is in what we make.. I walked a year to hear a howl in this give and take.. But hear it this way- hear it this way..
Remember the world. Living in the half. That you cannot see. Been walking a line. The thinning tide. And stepping in too deep. Watching water thread my sleeve.
In your old room. Where we caught you. Stepping through some old song. You said came from. Where your going. A lady read it in you palm. Down at the 12th Avenue market.