You're so creative with your reviews. Of what other people do. How satisfying that must be for you. . Am I a Christian?. Are you a Jew?. Did you kill my Lord?.
If at first you don't succeed. Try, try again. If at first you don't succeed. Try, try again. . If I were you I'd give up. The path is too narrow, the way is too steep.
A hole that big I'd never seen before. In the tummy of a good ol' boy who always wanted more. Then just yesterday I saw him satisfied. It seems he'd met the hole fixin' man much to his surprise.
One, two, three, four. One, two, ready. . What makes you think that it won't grow back. In a day or two?. Husbands in winter, they know the truth. But what can they do?.
Engine severs lower legs. I feel my bruised heart beating. Spinal cord remains intact. Still sending and receiving. . Lying back on shoulder blades. The cargo rushing past.
Officer. Please don't haul me in. Though I'm drunk again. I can explain. I swear to you. For a week I have. Been completely dry. Until tonight. He's been such a good example.
If you could really see then you would ask of me. She knew the well was far too deep for Him to wet His lips. But something told her that He spoke of so much more than all of this.
The poison makes its way through my body slowly. Into the pleasure centers of my brain. If you were here I would admit that I'm an asshole. But now its over and I cant stay sober though it isn't like I tried.
Spring comes slowly. To this old friend. Still I'm frozen. And still live alone. . In time. Memories fade. Senses numb. One forgets how it feels. To have loved completely.
One, two, three, one ready go. . You're up with the sunrise. And down when the work's been done. With excellence industry. Diligence naturally. . I would like to be you.
Deep green hills whose shoulders fade. Into the gray tall wet grass. Whose flesh makes fools of grazing sheep. Whose fleecing makes a fool of me. . And who shall I blame for this sweet and heavy trouble?.
Hunger drives me, it's got me by the reigns. I let it wreck me, time and time again. . I decided to never ride again. I don't know what happened. . Dad, I broke my promise to you.
Old friend. Your horse is ready to ride. When morning comes. . From this church town. Where damning rumors drip. From holy tongues. . It won't go away.
One, two, three, four. . All the way to grandma's house I stayed on the narrow path. But my brother wandered off deep into the woods. Bitten twice by rattle snakes, tangled up in poison oak.
The volunteers were tired. Heads were hanging low. The news had spoiled their appetite. For stuffing envelopes. . Twelve points was an awful lot to be down in the polls.
I could hear the church bells ringing. They pealed aloud Your praise. The member's faces were smiling. With their hands out stretched to shake. . It's true they did not move me.
The impact. The aftershave. The European cigarettes. The taxi. The alcohol. That lingers on your breath. The lipstick. The street lamp. The woolen overcoat.
I'll take something to believe. Something with long sleeves, 'cause it's unpredictable. That Jesus said He'd fill my needs, but my heart still bleeds.
Here we have our dust free dining set. We guarentee it won't collect a spec. Freeing up the children to instead. Grow into your molding. Heed more of your scolding.
Paramedics brave and strong. Up before the break of dawn. Putting poker faces on. Broken bodies all day long. . The neighbors heard a fight. Someone had a knife.