I hired a coach to take me from confusion to the plane. And though we shared a common space I know I'll never meet again. The driver with his eyebrows furrowed in the rear-view mirror.
It takes cheerful resignation. Heart and humility. That's all it takes. A cheerful person told me. Nobody's harder on me than me. How could they be. And, nobody's harder on you than you.
Michael wakes you up with sweets. He takes you up streets and the rain comes down. Sidewalk markets locked up tight. And umbrellas bright on a grey background.
Marcie in a coat of flowers. Steps inside a candy store. Reds are sweet and greens are sour. Still no letter at her door. So she'll wash her flower curtains.
No demands. Just pleasurable sensations. Hand in hand. No far reaching plans. No, no-hand in hand. Well I keep on trying to understand. Daylight bright.
I'm a lucky girl. I found my friend. I've been all around the world. Mission Impossible. Chasing the rainbow's end. Wise guys. Shy guys. And sly lover boys.
I am Lakota!. Lakota!. Looking at money man--. Diggin' the deadly quotas--. Out of balance--. Out of hand. We want the land!. Lay down the reeking ore!.
The street was loud. From an angry crowd and. I thought of you, I thought of you. Dreamer. Land of the free. No hungry bellies. Impossible. Impossible dreamer.
I have to come and see you--. Maybe once or twice a year--. I think nothing would suit me better. (Right now). Than some downtown atmosphere .... In the dance halls and the galleries.
I can't decide. I don't know. Which way to go?. The options multiply. The choices grow. Which way to go?. What should I buy?. What should I be?. Which way to go?.
DOG EAT DOG. It's dog eat dog--I'm just waking up. The dove is in the dungeon. And the white-washed hawks pedal hate and call it love. Dog Eat Dog. Holy hope in the hands of.
No, you couldn't call Jesse a babe in the woods. He's just weak in self-defense. 'Cause he's so thin skinned. He can't take a joke at his expense. "You're a push down window," says Rowdy Yates.
(Arrangement of the traditional work "Corrina, Corrina"). I took a house by the water. Took a man on a mountainside. Pretty house by the water. Lovely lover by the waterside.
My old man had a rounder soul. He'd hear an ol' freight train and he'd have to go. Said he'd been blessed with a gypsy bone. That's the reason guess that he'd been cursed to roam.
There is no pain, my body is drained. I never should of had that fourth slice straight. We gathered 'round, the lost and found. But my jerks of attention let me down.
I be reppin' my city. I be reppin' my city. I be reppin' my city. I be reppin' my city. Er-er-er'y night. . I be reppin' my city. I be reppin' my city.
Trina wears her wampum beads. She fills her drawing book with line. Sewing lace on widow's weeds. And filigree on leaf and vine. . Vine and leaf are filigree.