I used up your compassion, so I come to make a trade You can ?leave/hate? me but just love me in return And if I know where to find you, I'll stay out
Hair blowing in the hot wind, time hanging from a clothespin. There's no sorrow that the sun's not gonna heal. I smell the leather of your new car,
Short delay, a pair of blues, little voices mimicing. It's not so hard to make that sound. So watch your back the eyes in march cut your hair, all joan
Gone, gone from New York City Where you gonna go with a head that empty Gone, gone from New York City Where you gonna go with a heart that gone Down
Harbour Inn, Take me as I am; A flame reduced to ash, Watches as my youth leaks from me. Winters day. Am I in your way? You press against my skin All
Green world, love the chloroform. Front porch in the thunderstorm. Controlled chaos, confused energy. So stop reading the weather charts. Stop counting
Oh, oh, oh brother totem pole I saw your legends lined up And I never felt more natural Apart, I just came apart Please, please, please sister Socrates
Green world, love the chloroform Front porch in the thunderstorm Controlled chaos, confused energy Stop reading the weather charts Stop counting the
Milk Thistle, Milk Thistle Let me down slow Help me go slow; I've been carrying on. I'm not scared of nothing I'll go pound for pound I keep death on
She invites me to a closet the night moves in her eyes and i know now what she wanted she'd been hinting it all this time and i dont mean to scare you
All that blotter gonna twist up your mind You can do it just not all the time Hiding in your room you'll be feeling fine Always manage to have something
Rolling 'round a lifetime on a name that spells my past Carried through the mile markers up towards some last laugh And if fools could only prosper I'
Big black nothing fooling everyone Big black nothing put a halo 'round what you've done 'Cause a big black nothing is coming up Would you be my, would
Saw an eagle on a pole, I think it was an eagle Watched its shadow fly 'cross the cement I woke up in the snow All the trees were crowds of people No
Well, call me if you wanna talk there's a telephone on your wall And the reasons are many and not too far apart If there's some blood left in your heart
All peacock people left the plumes in a pile They look good to fault And the Gulf water's warm like a bathtub Full of lavender and Epsom salt See a bleach
I don?t wanna die in the hospital No, I don?t wanna die in the hospital I don?t wanna die in the hospital You gotta take me back outside I don?t wanna