high moon, old mountain. headlights are hurting my eyes. i must be tired. road after road after road. . i am aching. it happened. somebody died i love.
i'm looking for god. go to a book. read the words of a story. but the lover dies. and the woman is left. in the bedroom. with a shadow of herself on the wall.
Little Bitty Betty, you're a baby. Little Bitty Betty. Could you maybe go to sleep now. Your mama's so tired. . Little Bitty Betty, little lady. Underneath the tree.
on the plane ride home i said why o why. are we bouncing up and down in the sky. it's a beautiful frightening lightning storm. . i held you close with the heart of my gaze.
On summer afternoons I sit. Quiescent by you in the park. And idly watch the sunbeams gild. And tint the ash tree's bark. . Or else I watch the squirrels frisk.
A little scratch heals. But this one is not so small. I can tell because it feels. As if there is no scratch at all. . When the cut is deep. It never goes away.
(by Terre and Suzzy Roche). . Nobody around here knows what happened to ;you. No one will ask you to explain. You have your arm around a drastic measure.
Your words go through and through me. And leave me totally dazed. For they do such strange things to me. They nearly make me gloomy. . For you dear are so clever.
It came upon the midnight clear. That glorious song of old. From angels bending near the earth. To touch their harps of gold. . Peace on the earth, goodwill to men.
This changes everything. Why is it happening. I got a feeling. And you're changing. . The sky was darkening. When we went out wandering. It got confusing.
In the world. Is a town. Small and proud. . There I live. And there I'll die. Head in a cloud. . I had dreams long ago. Of the world I would surely know.
He is the car and he is the driver. Climb right in and shut the door. He drives them away you know. . He is the car and he is the driver. Climb right in and shut the door.
What if your father has a stroke. When you are ten then sits like a rag doll. Wheelchair in the den. You start failing school. Breaking every rule. Pretty soon you're a bum.
mommy help me. i can t hear. there is a pain. in my ear. i am afraid. and i need your love. and i love my mom. . mommy why. are you really angry. i don t know.
Mommy help me. I can't hear. There is a pain. In my ear. . I am afraid. I am afraid. . And I need your love. And I love my mom. I love my mom. . Mommy why.
I like it here don't wanna move. Just wanna stay here in this same old groove. No need for growth now or any adventure. No need to be shown how to pay attention or start my engine..
I know there was something about you that I liked, yeah. But I only realized it when I spied you. At your mother's house last week. I'd only ever seen you on your bike, yeah.
She was twenty six when she came to the burbs. Where the family secrets stop at the curbs. I was nine when she moved next door. She had married a republican he was for the war.
is it love or is it hate. i'm a stand there fence. you're a swinging gate. if i were a shoe. i would walk away. walk away. . i threw at you a book of love.
She's the kind of girl who pays for herself. And the money don't come rolling in. Been living here outside of fifteen years. Say how do you do, where does she begin?.