(Alexander "Skip" Spence) Books of Moses, bringing stone news Wet in the water, weeping in the sun Books of Moses, got some splinters didn't you Books
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Once upon a time there was a poor child, with no father and no mother And everything was dead And no one was left in the whole world Everything was dead
He's an ol' altar boy Lying out there in the street He's an ol' alter boy Bound up in leather and chains That's why I'm feeling so blue I'm an old altar
(Waits/Brennan/Linkous) Oh mother I want a dog I want a little dog I saw a little dog His name is happy Well this is me ... ... old ... I could be
Thanks, uh... You know uh, this is weird uh... Most of us have dogs, allright? (applause) I don't know if it's a local thing where I live, or if it's
at right angles to the stem and, with legs dangling, they fall asleep. If one places a minute amount of liquor on a scorpion, it will instantly go mad
She drove a big ol' Lincoln with suicide doors And a sewing machine in the back And a light bulb that looked like an alligator egg Was mounted up front
Well, we dig dig dig Well, we dig in our mine the whole day through Dig dig dig, that is what we like to do And it ain't no trick to get rich quick If
(Jack Kerouac) I left New York in 1949 To go across the country without a bad blame dime Montana in the cold cold fall Found my father in the gambling
monkey 'Twas beauty that killed the beast And Willis O'Brien died A tragic death There wasn't much That he had left And Ray Harryhousen said That when Willis
bread..." He goes: "Well, well you're also paying for the groceries for your mother. She uh, told me you'd take care of the bill for her." And I said: "Well, wait
Not much chance, completely cut loose from purpose, he was a young man riding a bus through North Carolina on the way to somewhere. And it began to snow
(Jack Kerourac) I left New York in 1949 To go across the country without a bad blame dime Montana in the cold cold fall Found my father in the gambling
in the morning alone Poor little lamb knows what's coming Life is an empty cup Poor little lamb watch your shoulder Coyote's waiting out there Nobody will
The smoke from the battle fish and the rain soaked through and the wheelman left the shore and barns tumbled and silos flew across fifteen miles bad
(Waits) Well let's see, we had the eh, we had the Fairlane. Then the u-joints went out on that and the bushings and then your mother wanted to trade
