Watch the band.. Through a bunch of dancers.. Quickly, follow the unknown.. With something, more familiar.. Quickly, somethin' familiar.. . Courage, my word..
There's a cannon shooting coconut cream. Forty gallons in a steady stream. There's a cannon shooting coconut cream. Forty gallons in a steady stream. Dream, stream, dream.
It's hard to leave your bed. The cool and hard summer sheets. Hangover hanging on by the fangs. Walk to work on wild feet. Get to the back door. Look around and turn the key.
By design, by neglect. For a fact or just for effect. When they met, where they connect. At the confluence of travel and sex. More a trip than a quest.
I'd been carving you. To see what form you'd take. You were hiding in ivory. I just wanted to free your shape. . Bringing me down. It's too quiet to breathe.
The sweet sound of patent approval. Comin' down in a not quite fog. The sweet sound of patent approval. Comin' down in powdery sparks. . The sweet sound of patent approval.
I had a heart but I used to be older. I'm not like I used to be. I had you but I guess it's all over. You talk but you're not like me. . You talk and you talk like some weird saint.
I left your house this morning. About a quarter after nine. Could have been the Willie Nelson. Could have been the wine. When I left your house this morning.
Well, I think that there's a problem here. Her voice just don't sound right. But I left myself on her answering machine. Said, "I'm back in town tonight".
Rolling hills all covered in suede. I'm heat nervous and out of road. Downtown there's a parade. But I don't think I want to go. Smart as trees in Sault Saint Marie.
me dubunk an american myth?. and take my life in my hands?. where the great plains begin. at the hundredth meridian. at the hundredth meridian. where the great plains begin.
Gently breathing. Lit by the morning sun. Through the night. It had been raining venom. I want to be kind. Not a bullet in the right place. Or just of two minds.
They shot a movie once in my hometown. Everybody was in it from miles around. Out at the speedway, some kind of Elvis thing. Well, I ain't no movie star but I can get behind anything.
You do the combat math. I'm the war artist. You can't take your shots back. I have to watch them miss. The basketball rim. Shook like a tambourine. Not an unlikely event.
Me debunk an American myth?. And take my life in my hands?. Where the great plains begin at the hundredth meridian. At the hundredth meridian where the great plains begin.
It's only human to want to inhabit every feeling you've got. And more often than not let's take it to the nth degree. Here he goes, "Give me ten bucks and a head start".
Hear the old whistle blowing, they're pulling the plug. We got to get going, they got our hole dug. Are you ready, are you ready, are you ready to love?.
As I wind down the pines. It's the lines on your face. Playing on your face. . Without thinking so much. As abandoning thought. I went through open country.
I want a book that'll make me drunk. Full of freaks and disenfranchised punks. No amount of hate, no load of junk. No bag of words, no costume trunk. .
He was a coal miner in the spring. Blinded with its dusty resolutions. Broke his back for higher contributions. Now he'd take anything. Well, she was nineteen seventy.