If at first you don't succeed. Try, try again. If at first you don't succeed. Try, try again. . If I were you I'd give up. The path is too narrow, the way is too steep.
Skin keeps your heart in. When youre one still believing. And the skin that were living. Is slightly constricting. . Is it the unreal thing you are living in?.
A hole that big I'd never seen before. In the tummy of a good ol' boy who always wanted more. Then just yesterday I saw him satisfied. It seems he'd met the hole fixin' man much to his surprise.
One, two, three, four. One, two, ready. . What makes you think that it won't grow back. In a day or two?. Husbands in winter, they know the truth. But what can they do?.
Engine severs lower legs. I feel my bruised heart beating. Spinal cord remains intact. Still sending and receiving. . Lying back on shoulder blades. The cargo rushing past.
Officer. Please don't haul me in. Though I'm drunk again. I can explain. I swear to you. For a week I have. Been completely dry. Until tonight. He's been such a good example.
If you could really see then you would ask of me. She knew the well was far too deep for Him to wet His lips. But something told her that He spoke of so much more than all of this.
The poison makes its way through my body slowly. Into the pleasure centers of my brain. If you were here I would admit that I'm an asshole. But now its over and I cant stay sober though it isn't like I tried.
Spring comes slowly. To this old friend. Still I'm frozen. And still live alone. . In time. Memories fade. Senses numb. One forgets how it feels. To have loved completely.
One, two, three, one ready go. . You're up with the sunrise. And down when the work's been done. With excellence industry. Diligence naturally. . I would like to be you.
Deep green hills whose shoulders fade. Into the gray tall wet grass. Whose flesh makes fools of grazing sheep. Whose fleecing makes a fool of me. . And who shall I blame for this sweet and heavy trouble?.
a white ghost. making his way up the west coast. trying to focus his high hopes. on a vagina or two. he's taking his chances. . meanwhile. back in his living room.
Hunger drives me, it's got me by the reigns. I let it wreck me, time and time again. . I decided to never ride again. I don't know what happened. . Dad, I broke my promise to you.
Old friend. Your horse is ready to ride. When morning comes. . From this church town. Where damning rumors drip. From holy tongues. . It won't go away.
roll me over i wanna wave at the kids. i can't say i prescribe cause i don't know what it is. i'm down at the track i'm just calling to check in. if you start without me say my name as you begin.
One, two, three, four. . All the way to grandma's house I stayed on the narrow path. But my brother wandered off deep into the woods. Bitten twice by rattle snakes, tangled up in poison oak.
The volunteers were tired. Heads were hanging low. The news had spoiled their appetite. For stuffing envelopes. . Twelve points was an awful lot to be down in the polls.
I could hear the church bells ringing. They pealed aloud Your praise. The member's faces were smiling. With their hands out stretched to shake. . It's true they did not move me.
The impact. The aftershave. The European cigarettes. The taxi. The alcohol. That lingers on your breath. The lipstick. The street lamp. The woolen overcoat.
Wouldn't it be so wonderful. If everything were meaningless. But everything is so meaningful. And most everything turns to shit. Rejoice.