Whenever a man, whenever a man. Tries to be more like a machine. He breaks down, when I broke down. I always thought I'd go to Calgary. . I am, I am, I am, I am in that chair.
If you ask me how I knew, I saw you. I had a bird's eye view of a bird's eye view, I saw you. I saw you not as you think, simply just as you, I saw you.
Instructions from the manual. Could not have been more plain. The blues are still required, that's right. The blues are still required again. . Past territorial piss-posts.
You did the best that you could do. You were a great crew. Who tried to nurture and preserve your faith in you. And with the bureau chiefs and the shrugging spies.
You were streets ahead, I couldn't sleep a wink. Staring in the dark, by the light of your skin. At myself sitting, on a suitcase. Or as the sleeping youth, in the upset sleigh.
Interesting and sophisticated. Refusing to be celebrated. It's a monumental big screen kiss. It's so deep it's meaningless. . One day you'll just up and quit.
Your imagination's having puppies. It could be a video for new recruits. Just stare into the camera. And pretend that you've got the flu. Or dreams of impossible vacations.
You're visually. Stunning, I'm almost shivering. You'd become. Anyone, don't hate who you have to be. . Speed river take me away. Speed river take me away.
There's a still in the night, a tuneless moonlight. Just the I-need-you-and-here's-whys of snoring Gords and Cheryls. There's a heron outside, in violet light.
Been to Reno. Drives an El Camino. Can you dig that style?. Hip canteen. You always make the scene. You're a crazy child. . It's a sad thing, bourbon's all around.
Sharks don't attack the Irish. It's mostly Australians. There's nothing accomplished. By these splashing citizens. From the moon down to the surface. Of the Mariana's trench.
Born a queen up on her side and she felt it too. There's a lot you can see when there's nothing to do. She got down on her knees and she dug herself out.
Me and the vivid girl. In our hammock to the stars. Staring into the fire before TV. The remote control's on Mars. . In the dope of the pigment. In a poetic state of mind.
I could make you scared, if you want me to. I'm not prepared, but if I have to. He said, I can make you scared, it's kind of what I do. If you're prepared, here's what I propose to do.
Held a bird's egg between her breasts. There's reasons for the road I guess. To document the indigenous. To paint and sketch, paint and sketch. I'm starting to fail to be impressed.
"Win Toronto," yelled the Queen of the Furrows. "This is how we farm, hens cluck and roosters crow. You are my heart, staring down from the bureau. To be apart, is that why you have to go?".
The man 'cross the street he don't move a muscle. Though he's all covered in dust. When constitutions of granite can't save the planet. What's to become of us?.
It was handsome at the auction. Oh but when we got it home. It grew up into. Something we could no longer contain. . Where's our pigeon camera. By now he could be anywhere.
Spring starts when a heartbeat's pounding. When the birds can be heard above the reckoning carts doing some final accounting. Lava flowing in Superfarmer's direction.
Writing a song about Lake Memphremagog. And tonight I don't believe. There are words to spare and be a tip and a nod. Admitting it's half the defeat. .