I took your advice. And turned my cable off. You said you'd do it too. How come you never call?. . I took your advice. And fixed my radio. But I can't find anything.
I want to sleep. Underneath the weeping willow. As it cries all night quietly. It's tears all around me. I'll sleep there so soundly. Until I'm allowed finally.
In a dream. You were sitting there waiting by the door for me. And I got the opportunity. To experience the experience once again. How it could have maybe been.
Doo doo doo. . The tale I'm gonna tell. Is about the group who couldn't say. Together they discovered with each other the perfections of an outdoor day.
The talk, it got so loud. The songs cut out. Well, that's when I'd had enough. Of all their talk and stuff. . I had to bring it down. To more level ground.
I never know their names, But i smile just the same. New faces... Strange places, Most everything i see, Becomes a blur to me. And i'm wasted because, The fast pace is too much.
supervisor guy turns off the factory lights,. so the robots have to work in the dark.. . and theres a car load of kids, with beer and cigarettes,. burning out and doin lawn jobs in the park..
So you'll aim toward the sky. And you'll rise. High today, fly away. Far away, far from pain. . So you'll aim toward the sky. And you'll rise. High today, fly away.
She's in the kitchen. Cryin' by the oven. It seems she really loved him. . An' he's so drunk. He's passed out in a Datsun. That's parked out in the hot sun.
Mr. Hartsy came over and asked. "What the heck's going on?". And both of them, began to throw up. All over the photos, on the table.. Billy, spilled his Pepsi..
I woke up Tuesday morning. to coming down. without a sound. coming back down. . The pressure put upon me. it goes and goes. til it thinks it got me. it tries and tries.
I woke up Tuesday morning. to coming down. without a sound. coming back down. . The pressure put upon me. it goes and goes. til it thinks it got me. it tries and tries.
Well hello good morning sir. The results are back. And now it's time to pack your things and go. Seems you came up rather short. Of the average sort. Now I must inform you've no reason left to remain here.
I found your house and I saw your car. But I've no idea where you are. From the dial-a-view. . Tire scraps on the federal roads. Look like crash landed crows.
Trouble with a capital T, "Tie him down" they said, But tired ain't for me. Let this one fly.... . I wonder what they'll make of me, When i'm good and gone in song.
We do believe it ends right here. The orchestrations and the dream is clear. Shuttle departs and they're all there. Everyone's cracking up but we don't care.
Last night something pretty bad happened. We lost a friend (we lost a friend). All shocked and broken (all shocked and broken). Shut down, exploded (shut down, exploded).
Apparently before Jed had left us. He wrotes some poems. Wrote them for no-one. I guess I'll show them. Here's one of Jed's poems. . You said I'd wake up dead drunk.
Hewlett's daughter. Loved her father. And I think she loved me too. For a little while. . Hewlett's daughter. I forgot her. Now I'm treating water. And waste at nights.
I'm rolling down a well worn road. I'm wondering if I'll ever know. If I'll be better than I was before. When I surface through the service door. . Bye.