Ive no number if you want to call. Massif Centrale. Theres an ivy crawling on my gate. I stay up late. . Sleep in gardens where I play my lute. Where I laid my roots.
Have you heard about big red?. They even bought a bee bread rig. To help the flowers in the mean space. They're tryin' to make that place green. Hope the bees will take away the storm.
Bartholomew. How'd you end up in the coffee?. Bartholomew. Were you going down in flames?. . Was it a girl. And did I hear you call her softly?. No, this world of lunacy made me insane.
Up in Manitoba. The sky was very blue. The people were a few. And nights were getting colder. . And when I heard the sound. Saw the sky turn red. I got up from my bed.
Bad, wicked world. Bad, wicked world. They are about dressed to deceive. Conquistadores that have been sent. . Bad, wicked world. Bad, wicked world. Some sell him out, some won't believe.
Llano-Llano. Llano-Llano. Llano-Llano. Goin' out to Llano. . Llano Del Rio. Try to find Utopia. In the stucco grids. And the tumbleweeds. . You got to love that pear blossom.
We don't know what we're talking about. That's just words in our libretto. I don't know if the some of our stretto. Will end up a terrible shout. . We left the ground and we floated above this town.
One day it's the morning. Another day it's the afternoon light. On day, baby, without warning. Well, I tend to think we're going back to rome. Back to rome.
Jet black river, take me on. Whats in between is waiting on me. Revealing caffeine ghosts. . And giving up its gasoline. I think I see the stacks of my home blow.
Then we crush the heart. Then the meat we pound. Then we cruise to the sound. Of collecting the honey. . Well, maybe I'm seeing. Well baby, that's art.
Once, my dear, is not enough. Let me tell you about Jane, she's the Queen of love. Shes the Queen of love and she's the bane. Of we who know, wherever she goes she will reign.
Is there a place that you can go back to?. Is there a town you can't even enter?. Maybe there are whole states. You don't even wanna pass through. Are you getting down? Now you're a weekly renter.
Ive been working on my Maitri. It doesnt matter who you are. Just only that youre living. Im trying so hard. . Ive been working on my Pramoda. I cant say Ive gone as far.
He came from the north. On a late night comedy show. At the end of the world. The cameras they rolled to the flow. . Candy went and blew my mind today.
Some call it the ribbon. Some say the white line. I say truck stop living. Well, it suits me fine. . Every day of the week. Every day of the week. . We heard some other fellers talking.
Well, it seems about my whole life. I've been kind of depressed. I think I like the concept. But it sure is a mess. . Are you headed my way?. Are you headed my way?.
I've seen your picture all over the place. I turn the corner and I see your face. Vehicular billboards reserve you a space. Flashing your smile at the entire human race.
Down by the beach today. Not out of sight. Just out of mind and memory. Blind like the time before day. And after the night. . The reverend he came to say.
If you went away, called it all a day, said that it was through. 'Cause a new man or an old friend or a guru. 'Cause you got a bit tired of me now, that I could believe.
Today I felt my heart slide into my belly. So I puked it up with liquor and I slept right where I lay. And I dreamed the backs of cards for the faces were not telling.