Call me from Albermarle Station if you can I hope you find your concentration beneath those ceiling fans We used to dance in this split-level ranch when
If you got a message Leave your name and number, And we'll get back to you. Sleep on your back And ash in your shoes And always use the old sense of
Baby let's get dressed up I got two pairs of shoes Darling you look so beautiful when your hair's all hung in jewels and sometimes I find it really hard
I wish I lived in the power and light I wish it wasn't Saturday night 'Cause I can't raise hell No, I can't raise hell for two I wish I had a thousand
I passed out on the fourteenth floor the CPR was so erotic a blizzard blew in through the door and little glowing cum buckets in her ankles O Dallas
Gold and Green Red and Blue Are the lights on the signs that line Charlotte avenue. From the corner window, I watch the falling white flakes. God must
Radio's on, feeling all right Cruising the strip on a Saturday night. I smile and I wave and I hide all my pain but the sign on my bumper gives me away
Silhouette Jane measures rain in a cracked cup on the sill In Embry's last photograph he disappears over a hill Darrell Dotson waits in the grass for
singer won't be lucid for her anymore. (chorus) When you know how I feel I feel better When you're 15 you want to look poor. Do unto others, and run
Pain works on a sliding scale So does pleasure in a candy jail True love doesn't come around any more than fate allows on a Monday in Ft. Lauderdale
Aloysius was a bluegrass drummer He was just a normal kid Blooming, tripping flowing under Just as I once did At a 24 hour restaurant Open to the end
He almost walked into a wall Oh, man, she was a sight to see And at the party down the hall He said, "you are the highest apple in the tree" Out the
I love the sound of a jukebox playin' So I sit here while she's staying home Watching Dalls on TV I love the taste of whiskey straight The strongest
No, I don't really want to die I only want to die in your eyes I'm still here below the chandelier Where they always used to read us our rights I want
Hello, my friends hello, my friends come on, have a seat come on, in my kitchen my friends, take it easy my friends, have a seat my friends, don't you
They don't walk and they don't talk in Malibu. They don't vote and they don't smoke. I know you're blue... They don't cream and they don't dream in
Like like the the the death Air crickets air crickets air crickets air crickets air Mother and child with magazine Into a story, into a dream Why is
Inside the golden days of missing you with the people of Cleveland who've suffered for so many years The shattered glass cussed and when it broke it
