when death came calling today, i heard the gentle grace of his cadences. i couldn't say no. i couldn't say no. when he showed me his new silk scarves
s gonna happen real soon. and i know i can't afford another night here in this place, with its sixteenth floor view of the ocean and the dunes and it's
the sun came up above the strange white plain. blood red flowers all wet with rain and the spirit wasn't really willing anymore, but the flesh was very
bluejays and cardinals all come out to play highway traffic gets out of your way skies clear up if they're overcast. pit bulls are gentle when you come
into the machine, i had no idea what you meant. i guess i'm supposed to figure these things out, or maybe it's supposed to be self-evident. but i've
streak the windows. smear the walls with coconut oil, yeah. fill a cast iron kettle with water and magnolia blossom. let it boil. let the water roll
pink city hungry, and tired, and mad as all hell swing low sweet jewel-encrusted chariot make me young again make me well i am the killer dressed in pilgrim's
the way that everybody's voice, comes out muffled when they speak, the way we take our diminishing inventories, month to month and week to week, the
bag full of oily rags, fifty cent lighter dreams of retirement in Cancun burning ever brighter there's a lot of ways to make money in this world but
i will sail to the far shore, and i will chop a hole in the hull too big to repair, and i will turn the soil with my hands, and i will make my home there
feel it rushing down my throat -- fresh blood, i head out onto the earth, its cold heart is melting, i don't know if i can stand it. springtime's coming
the windshield- i wished it would wash us both away. you had to open up your mouth, didn't you? i knew what you were gonna say. and you were Bluebeard's
source-less anger eating at him from inside. no one around him to stem the rising tide. evil from his head down to his feet quinine's bitter. sugar's
if you get there before me, will you save me a seat? if you get there before me, would you save me a seat? but if i never get there at all, would you
the rain fell all night and it kept me awake it was still falling by morning. it was hard to take. and you were sleeping on the floor, breathing free
clear sky over Calcutta -- a warm wind. Dvorak on the short wave clear signal coming in la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la long
