Brooklyn |
it's a song i wrote for no oneand no one's gonna hear, 'cause i'd sooner die than sing it there aint nobody here.followed her from brooklyn, from brooklyn where she ran.breading hearts, stealing cars,...
Posted by on Tue, 16 Dec 2008 12:14:00 GMT |
Lily of the West |
When first I came to louisville, some pleasure there to findA damsel there from lexington was pleasing to my mindHer rosy cheeks, her ruby lips, like arrows pierced my breastAnd the name she bore was ...
Posted by on Sun, 14 Sep 2008 18:35:00 GMT |
Flashing Blue Light |
Saturday eveningSaturday eveningA quarter to fiveOh we see him arrive at the doorPushed you aside as he staggered insideSpitting alcohol over the floorA storm is abrewAnd it's sure to fall soonAs I lo...
Posted by on Sun, 25 May 2008 07:17:00 GMT |
If Winter Ends |
I dreamt of a fever,one that would cure me of this cold, winter set heart.with heat to melt these frozen tears burned with reasons as to carry on.into these twisted months i plunge without a lig...
Posted by on Tue, 12 Feb 2008 00:58:00 GMT |
The Trees All Get Wheeled Away |
Anchormen spike their bloodwear masks of mudcucumbers cut to fit their eyesand so no one would know how tired they've grownof talking and telling their lieswhile your TVs change stationsscroll message...
Posted by on Wed, 30 Jan 2008 14:23:00 GMT |
The Fool on the Hill |
Day after day,Alone on the hill,The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still,But nobody wants to know him,They can see that he's just a fool, And he never gives an answer,But the fool on t...
Posted by on Fri, 25 Jan 2008 11:45:00 GMT |
Eleanor Rigby |
Ah, look at all the lonely peopleAh, look at all the lonely peopleEleanor rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has beenLives in a dreamWaits at the window, wearing the face that she k...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Jan 2008 10:01:00 GMT |
Memory Lane |
Seemed somewhat right, considering my PDX situation right now.this is the place you'll end up when you lose the chasewhere you're dragged against your willfrom a basement on the hilland all anybody kn...
Posted by on Sun, 04 Nov 2007 00:02:00 GMT |
Westfall |
I'm surrounded, each doorway covered by at least twenty men. They're going to take me and throw me in prison. I ain't coming back again. When I was younger, handsomer, and stronger, I felt like I coul...
Posted by on Thu, 20 Sep 2007 16:32:00 GMT |
For Real |
"Some nights I thirst for real blood, for real knives, for real cries. And then the flash of steel from real guns in real life really fills my mind. Then I really miss what really did exist when I hel...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Sep 2007 16:31:00 GMT |
