fearless |
You say the hill's too steep to climb,Chiding!You say you'd like to see me try,Climbing!You pick the place and I'll choose the timeAnd I'll climbThe hill in my own wayjust wait a while, for the right ... Posted by on Sun, 17 Aug 2008 18:16:00 GMT |
so many roads |
Thought I heard a blackbird singin'up on Bluebird HillCall me a whinin' boy if you willBorn where the sun don't shineand I don't deny my nameGot no place to go, ain't that a shame?
Thought I heard th... Posted by on Sat, 21 Jun 2008 11:30:00 GMT |
sick and tired |
I'm sick and tired of being critisizedI'm sick and tired of barely gettin byI'm sick and tired of not livin rightI'm sick and tired of being sick and tiredI'm sick and tired of being pushed asideI'm s... Posted by on Wed, 21 May 2008 00:55:00 GMT |
mouthful of cavities |
Mouthful of cavitiesYour souls a bowl of jokesAnd everyday you remind meHow I'm desperately in need See, I got a lot of fiends aroundAnd they're peaking through nothing newThey see youThey see everyth... Posted by on Thu, 15 May 2008 22:00:00 GMT |
m.j.k. |
threw you the obvious and you flew with it on your back, a name in your recollection, thrown down among a million same.difficult not to feel a little bit disappointed and passed over when i've looked ... Posted by on Thu, 08 May 2008 05:11:00 GMT |
gauges |
8g-easy
6g-easy
4g-easy
2g-easy
0g-mottthhherrrrfucker!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Posted by on Tue, 12 Feb 2008 04:04:00 GMT |
....always comin back home to you |
Took a right on Lyndale I'm getting nearBut then the road became empty and the people disappear'dThe clowds ran away, opened up the skyAnd one by one I watched every constellation dieAnd there I was f... Posted by on Sun, 11 Feb 2007 22:48:00 GMT |
the way to deal |
started out simple enough just friends
didn't know that the story would have such a tragic end
saw her from across the room I said man
gotta know who that is
though she never gave me too much thought... Posted by on Wed, 31 Jan 2007 18:10:00 GMT |
TooL |
There's a shadow just behind me,
shrouding every breath I take,
making every promise empty,
pointing every finger at me.
Waiting like a stalking butler
who upon the finger rests.
Murder now the path ... Posted by on Mon, 29 Jan 2007 17:45:00 GMT |