I'm on a bus with a street car's name. My desire is not the same. I can't get off, no, I can't return. . This is the midst of my spin. Accidents happen in slow motion.
Left you, just you?. (Smoke screen in your shaky ground). . And I can rest my head. When I feel the need it's just I'm not around. So quit your crying and your complaining.
It's comin' up kind of slow and he's lookin' pretty hard. Kind of wonderin' if sometime it could be made. Kind of wonderin' if she should run away. . And he thinks he knows her, but he only knows her name.
(K. Edwards/E. Ericka/J. Steph/M. Miller). One step. around around. Give me your courage. to walk to full length. athame in hand. flame at my heart. gather my sisters.
(k. Edwards). Black spider. Crash. pain, sting, pain, sting. Black mother. eyes of red blood. Nailed to the walls. A Scream. Crash. Black spider covers my face.
wait a while. maybe next week things will change. another dollar to my name. . wait a while. maybe next week i'll finally. get all my bills paid. . with another day another mile.
I know how the good wind blows and it gives me my time. Don't let them drag your hatred off the line. I know how the anger goes so I bury mine. You know they had me working overtime.
You try and fill my mind with doubt. Say I've forgotten who I am. But maybe you've forgotten. How to understand, so. . Have your whispers. I excused myself too soon.
A young girl give me a good luck charm.. Put a snake on my neck and a bird on my arm. Got one good little leg 'cause the other went south. Got a brand new crutch and a brand new mouth.
Time will pack a bag on you, my love. Organize, re-organize your luck. Pretty face, a pretty smile. A pretty shame, you can't defile. The message you have made for them to see.
Super-related. And I think it's bigger than books when. Reality steps in. She's a gun with a gun. . Super-related. And I can feel you pull through me.
Been draggin' this mask. All over town. With my face still in it. No one saw that I did it. . Things they've done to me. You would never believe. Believe me they're true.
no i don't. have a reason. that i think. you might understand. . my intentions. speak louder. than the words i choose. to prove that i can. . *chorus*-----------------------------------------------------------.
Well I haven't seen a doctor since I can't remember when. But she tells me I've been a talker since 1976. We went up to the lake and I, I remember this my family secret.
Play me like a player piano. Roll me from the corners. Of your dark and dusty shadows. Like a player piano I sit useless. Most of the time. . The bar gets darker.
Yeah, the roads are right tonite. They are twisting. And my mouth is dry. Like cool air inside. . Maybe I worry. Do things in a hurry. And follow the dust.
Get down and pray to the oven. She thinks that God is there, in there. Do you see Sylvia in the oven?. Colossal fact, Daddy's ex don't let you read. Here's what she sees.
I dont want to spend the rest of my life. Starin' at a man, looking down a line. Whats he say? Not my style. Just a stylized version of an obsolete file.
Oh yeah. She says, "We can't tell them". Oh yeah she wants up front. I can't do that. . When you gonna make up your mind?. When you gonna make up your mind?.
Mean Mr. Mustard says, "He's bored of life in The District. Can't afford the French Quarter high". Says, "It gets old real quick". And he pales up next to me.