Well I learned the trade. From Piggy Knowles and. Sing sing Tommy Shay Boys. God used me as hammer boys. To beat his weary drum today. . Hoist that rag.
I had a good home but I left. I had a good home but I left, right, left. That big fucking bomb made me deaf, deaf. A Humvee mechanic put his Kevlar on wrong.
Someday the silver moon and I. Will go to Dreamland. I will close my eyes. And wake up there in Dreamland. But tell me who will put flowers. On a flower's grave.
I'm going away. I'm going away. I'm going away. I'm going away. . The cradle wants a baby. Kitchen wants a pan. The heart wants a certain kind of lover.
everything you can think of is true. before the ocean was blue. you were lost in a flood run red with your blood's nigerian skeleton crew. everything you can think of is true.
Why be sweet, why be careful, why he kind?. A man has only one thing on his mind. Why ask palitely, why go lightly,. Why say please?. They only want to get you on your knees.
Everything you can think of is true. Before the ocean was blue. We were lost in a flood. Run red with your blood. Nigerian skeleton crew. . Everything you can think of is true.
Every night she comes. to take me out to dreamland. when i'm with her, i'm the richest. man in the town. she's a rose, she's the pearl. she's the spin on my world.
The seeds are planted here. But they won't grow. We won't have to say goodbye. If we all go. . Maybe things will be better in Chicago. To leave all we've ever known.
I stood on the roof, stood till dark. To get a better look at the Fledderjohns' lawn. Big sharp pistols, ammo too. Nothing but books about World War II.
Well I stood on the corner. Until my feet got wet. I stood by the faucet. Till the sink filled up. I stood by the window. Until the moon came up. My baby's bought a ticket.
Bougainvillea's bloom and wind. Be careful mind the strangle vines. The rose is a climbing over blind. 'Cause the sun is on the other side. The bees will find their honey.
It's dreamy weather we're on. You waved your crooked wand. Along an icy pond with a frozen moon. A murder of silhouette crows I saw. And the tears on my face.
(Tom Waits and Kathleen Brennan). . I lost everything I had in the '29 flood. The barn was buried 'neath a mile of mud. Now I've got nothing but the whistle and the steam.
Don't go to church on Sunday. Don't get on my knees to pray. Don't memorize the books of the Bible. I got my own special way. But I know Jesus loves me.
Don't go to church on Sunday. Don't get on my knees to pray. Don't memorize the books of the Bible. I got my own special way. Bit I know Jesus loves me.
Don't go to church on Sunday. Don't get on my knees to pray. Don't memorize the books of the Bible. I got my own special way. Bit I know Jesus loves me.