(I did it all for you). . She took his dentures from his mouth. And placed them in her own.. Took a shovel from the shed. And then dragged him from their home..
Emma's in a part of town. where she doesn't recognize the streets. named for famous native sons. and out of every crevice comes creeping. a threat in her direction.
He will call you baby. But will he listen when you cry?. He will call you sweetheart. But always seem apart.. He will tear all your fences down,. Trample all into the ground..
To Hunting Ground from City.. That's where my baby took me with her smile.. To Hunting Ground from City.. I never thought that I'd have to retrace those miles..
Look under his floorboards, Mama,. I don't trust his silly grin. He's got a beat-up Rambler, Nebraska plates,. and I ain't getting in. I don't like the way his pinky ring.
My first recollection is a day in December. black iron steam engine covered in ice. like some Precambrian monster. moaning and snorting. Nothing was ever going to beat that beast.
(Michael Timmins). . The way you kissed me this morning. it told me that you soon would be going. You didn't even look in my eyes. when you said goodbye.
Stuck in that dark hole again.. Someone throw me a ladder. On which I can depend.. Someone give me a handhold. To help me ascend.. Someone give me a reason.
Reach a hand to the crescent moon. grab hold of the hollow. If she sits in the palm of the left. that moon will be fuller tomorrow. If she sits in the palm of the right.
If I pour your cup, that is friendship. If I add you milk, that is manners. If I stop there, claiming ignorance of taste. That is tea. . If I pour your cup, that is friendship.
I want to walk away. Like Judas from the table.. Turn my back. And walk away.. . I want to close my eyes. Like that novice at the altar.. Bow my head.
Well I'm lyin' in my bed, a tangle of arms and legs,. But the one that I'm with is not the one bouncing 'round my head.. I could turn this into song or cheap fantasy,.
Where'd you go my blue eyed saviour. Where'd you go my darling one. Lying on that field of honour. Not sure what you're waiting on. And she won't let him through the door.
Where'd you go my blue eyed saviour. Where'd you go my darling one. Lying on that field of honour. Not sure what you're waiting on. And she won't let him through the door.
Where'd you go my blue eyed saviour. Where'd you go my darling one. Lying on that field of honour. Not sure what you're waiting on. And she won't let him through the door.
(Michael Timmins). . Black eyed man he took the blame. for the poisoning of the well. They found this shoes by the pulley. They found his fingerprints all over the pail.
She was found beneath the gate,. Forsaken at the gate.. Who would have thought that so much love. Could be so carelessly misplaced.. Found. Beneath the gate..
Again at the end of the rainbow.. Again no gold to be found.. Just this cold unmade bed,. the last three words you said. and this buzzing along the telephone line..
(Michael Timmins). . The money would be pretty good. if a quart of milk were still a dollar. or even if a quart of milk were still a quart. And the hours, well, I don't mind.
It's the kind of night that's so cold, when you spit. It freezes before it hits the ground. And when a bum asks you for a quarter, you give a dollar. If he's out tonight he must be truly down.