I WANT, WHAT HE'S GOT, YEA I WANT IT, BUT HE KNOWS IT. REHEARSED, CONVERSATIONS,. JUST TO SEE, EACH OTHERS FACES. . THE THINGS I WANT FROM HER,. ARE THE THINGS I GOT FROM YOU.
As she withered away before my eyes. I guess I ran away while kneeling at her bedside. I was helpless, all I did was cry. No longer able to hold the tears inside.
(Lyrics: Corey D. Marchasin, Music: C. Milnes). Three dead gophers all named Harvey,. sitting around drinking,. all at a party,. if they weren't dead their party'd be hardey,.
Rollin' down easy Highway 49. Out of body and out of mind. I might get lost I might be found. Ain't no way of knowing I'm California bound. . Ridin' with the breeze.
All right guys let's make it. One, two, one, two, three, four. . My car don't work. And my amp don't work. And my girl don't work. This ain't working for me.
I graduated high school. I bought her a trailer. In a little park by. the side of the road. I coulda had the Army,. I coulda had the Navy. But no, I had to go for,.
Good morning dear, I think I'm losing it. Can't find my way and i'm, I'm getting used to it. Sun refused to shine on this side of the street. I'm not recognizing anyone I meet.
IT'S FUNNY THAT, YOU SAID THAT. NOT HA-HA FUNNY, BUT PECULIAR FUNNY. USUALLY WHEN A STRANGER APPROACHES. A RESPONSE ISN'T READY TO THE T.V.'s ON FIRE.
Topanga Cowgirl. . I see her riding. See her riding every day.. I see her riding. See her riding every day.. Well, she's my Topanga Cowgirl. Comes at sunset every day..
This really feels like flying. Am I lighter than air?. Perhaps I'm on the water, floating. God knows this could be anywhere. . At least my lungs are still breathing.
i'm the straight man, in a movie i'm not writing. i'm the straight man, in a sitcom i'm not laughing. . waiting for you to call, is like waiting for something.
Well, it's 1995, my friend. Now we're closing in on the end. Another year for you and me. Time to recognize what you see. . What you looking at?. What you looking at?.
Get outta the way you lazy bum, I got work to do.. It's 6 o'clock get up we're late,. I'll slam you in the head, you do that again.. . Someday, all of this will be yours..
This is a Good Street. . This is a good street. We never walked it. You never held my hand as we crossed it. We never stopped along here to light a cigarette..
Well, my daddy took me campin'. Out under the stars. Left me by the fire. While he hit the bars. And I broke my finger. On a trailer hitch. Mamma called daddy.
Yeah. Yeah. All right. Snip it. Yes again. Snip it. Snip it. Snip it. Snip it. Snip it.
i got a short attention span, cause i am an american. must be something in the air, fast food, t.v., i don't care. . home of the big cars, home of the soft minds.
(Lyrics: D. Nastasi, Music: Mucky Pup). Gonna gonna go,. go down low,. gotta gotta go,. but she let one blow,. she quieffed..
ylgu 'nitteg s'ti. . ta 'nikool uoy era thaw. ta 'nikool uoy era kcuf eht thaw.... . (the album is recorded backwards up to "What moves the heart?").
Well, I pulled out of Pittsburgh. I'm rollin' down the Eastern Seaboard. I've got mydiesel wound up. She's running like she never did before. There's a speed zone ahead, all right.