Founds total 12 songs
Used To Be Alright
It's pretty good, the wine. The way that we look. At ten to eight in the morning. Yeah, just talkin'. Still awake in dawn and dew drinkin'. Thinkin' always.
Three Days Old
The poetry of this hangover. I don't want to think, not hard anyway. The scenery and fish, they're bad. Take another breath, another look and swallow.
Songburst & Delirium
Wide awake in the candlelight. Stoned straight, crashing ocean wave. Patterns and sunset in their prime. Shoulder demons tell me how to lie. When it matters, when it matters, oh.
Shortcut To Moncton
Yeah, between the doors, shakin' heads. And thinking light about who you're with, where you are. Blue lightning hittin' trees and lighting roads. Won't let me get too down.
Sense Of Henry
There they are. Alive, on the move, pretty young,. Still unproven though they love. Restless young zeroes in a haze. Of reckless blind faith taking their.
Raspberry
Held in hands, a warm cup of skin. Always taken in by peers and friends. And the heightened fears over the years. Now I know I'm not like everyone. . And in this head I see the ground you came from.
Pisser
Lost all my friends pulling down my pants. Just to say hi and I'm still alive. Without a tan, tripping, naked man. Through the forest who like me has fallen.
One More Astronaut
One more astronaut in black skin of universe. One more travellin' man. With heavy tired eyes, feeling cold. Feeling cold. . Thinking around the clock of drinking on the job.
One More Astronaunt
One more astronaunt in black sking. of universe. One more travelin' man. With heavy tired eyes, feeling cold. thinking around the clock of drinking. On the job, of the powdered food And piss bags, never having sex and growing old.
Like A Girl
Can't think a straight line beyond the hill. It seems like a mountain. Next to an ocean, behind a thrill. Almost in my reach. . If there's a way I could.
Earth, Sky & C.
Given good ground to walk around. It would mean so much to me. To see things for my still young self. Or else, I might not believe. . Whatever people say in their own ways.
Another Sunday
Sunday, always hard to get to sleep. When weird noises are implying threats. On cold sheets, I sweat. . On any other day. It's all rest and flowers. And a long night of nothing.
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