When I go out. I play in the street. I get hit by cars. I make mashed potatoes. I get hit by CARS.
My car broke down in Arizona, have to ride the bus again, at ten-o-clock on. Tuesday night, with thirteen cents and a broken pen.. I put my backpack on the bench, tell two people i dont smoke, see the cop.
I am a breadwinner. I chose to brick these walls somehow. Beneath the city spires. I gave my shoulders to the plow. Cold and cruel the concrete. The wicked pavement chokes the sky.
Here is the tale, it's spoken word-for-word,. it may be abominable, but, yes it must be heard.. Nauseating at first, you can expect the worst,. so listen closely, as the plot unfolds....
[Verse One]. I don't know just how this happened,. Didn't think it ever could.. I'm the author of sappy love songs,. Trading in my bachelorhood.. Something snapped deep inside me,.
My old friend. Need only speak your name. To summon a smile. I knew you when we had so much more in common. It's been a while. Winter was cold the autumn was dire.
I walked into the room, and she was right there waiting.. Leaning up against the bar, well she was perpertraitin'.. Slick as snot her spandex, and blacker than some coal,.
I I love my pantalo's they fit me o so tight they make me smile with delight do you like like Five iron frenzy singing bout the pants its kinda sill ybut brings on the romance thank you for this little lesson oh.
Here is the tale, it's spoken word for word. It may be abominable,. but yes it must be told.. Nauseating at first,. you can expect the worst.. So listen closly as the plot unfolds..
Cruisin' downtown in your Camaro,. REO Speedwagon on the stereo.. It's kind of catchy,. Kind of a virus,. Cutting your hair like Billy Ray Cyrus.. You're probably bummed,.
One missed step can make you stumble. you set yourself up for a fall. you punish yourself for each failure,. dogma beat out alcohol. when all of your principles were fashioned.
sdneirf tseb eht ekam yeht :sehciwdnaS. Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, suddenly there came a tapping, as of someone gently rapping. Long ago I heard that sound, often lost, but seldom found, a haunting voice from minutes past, Micah had returned at last..
Where did you go?. I was searching, searching. On a one way street. I was hoping, hoping. For a chance to meet. . I was waiting for the operator on the line.
Bacon bits and jalapenos on my polish hot dog,. Half a pound of potato chips, and a beef jerky log.. I press my face to the window, a wrapper sticks to my shirt..