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Woodrow Wilson
She said her father looked like Woodrow Wilson. She said her father looked like Woodrow Wilson. Presiding from behind prescription lenses. She said her father looked like Woodrow Wilson.
Square Room
Sitting in a square room. My voice is freezing. And the beams that are bouncing off the moon. Are hanging from my window like icicles. . Just a tired old alcoholic, waxing bucolic.
Scratch, Scratch, Scratch
scratch, scratch, scratch. goes the cat on the carpet. she stepped in the blue water bowl. twitch, twitch, twitch goes my eyelid. my tounge in a cavity hole.
Replenished
Sitting in the breakfast nook. Flipping through a saucy book. Browsing for a bit of titillation. (That's what you do, that's what you do). . Morning is warming.
Prick
I was shaking with laugther. Scared the bratty children. Did I destroy the ambience. I'm sure for that hoity-toity patron. . It wasn't pretty when I looked into the face.
Parade
where did you go after the parade. I wandered, searching for about an hour. then I parked it on a bench. shifting and sulking. those pesky little mosquitoes.
Old Hotel
I can see my old hotel. Down amongst the smells. I'm up above that ancient city river. It's filtered by my lousy liver. It's filtered by my wilted lily liver.
Mysterious Tunnel
I just never could say, 'Good bye' or 'Adieu'. Ooh but the years, they have been so kind to you. There's some skills that I have learned to do. And I would certainly like to share them with you.
Maiden
Dogs are barking, birds are chirping. The only thing better if I was squirting. But there's no one here to love on me today. . For the maiden's on holiday.
Duty Free
no chocolate in the duty free shop. two drops of scotch. gonna end up on his crotch, tonight. all alone, sitting on the throne. some native tounge on the TV.
Blanket Over The Head
We will remain ignorant. Incapable of knowing. Insoluble is the problem. . Curiosity, sleeping. Killed the caterpillar. Curiosity, empty. Is a blanket over the head.
Bernadette
I was shivering, I'll admit it. I had nothing better to do. Except to wheeze my lazy wheeze. "Bernadette, where are you". "Bernadette, where are you".
Arthur Murray
she's so musical. look at her dance in a flurry. who get's to lead. do know it's not Arthur Murray. . emasculate me with your biology. bend me, break me, I'm worthless.
Maiden
On my way to the see,. I met a man under a tree,. He was so nice he had a vice,. Eager for his kiss I was blissed,. Promising so much ,he turned rough,.
Woodrow Wilson
(Vic Chesnutt). she said her father looked like Woodrow Wilson. she said her father looked like Woodrow Wilson. presiding from behind prescription lenses.
Square Room
(Vic Chesnutt). sitting in a square room. my voice is freezing. and the beams that are bouncing off the moon. are hanging from my window like icicles.
Replenished
(Vic Chesnutt). sitting in the breakfast nook. flipping through a saucy book. browsing for a bit of titillation. (that's what you do, that's what you do).
Prick
(Vic Chesnutt). I was shaking with laugther. scared the bratty children. did I destroy the ambience. I'm sure for that hoity-toity patron. it wasn't pretty when I looked into the face.
Parade
(Vic Chesnutt). where did you go after the parade. I wandered, searching for about an hour. then I parked it on a bench. shifting and sulking. those pesky little mosquitoes.
Old Hotel
(Vic Chesnutt). I can see my old hotel. down amongst the smells. I'm up above that ancient city river. it's filtered by my lousy liver. it's filtered by my wilted lily liver.
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