So I ran faster. But it caught me here. Yes, my loyalties turned. Like my ankle. In the seventh grade. Running after Billy. Running after the rain. . These precious things.
Where the river cross, crosses the lake. Where the words jump off my pen and into your pages. Do you think, just like that, you can divide this. You as yours, me as mine, to before we were us.
You can bring your dog, I got three. He can play the wolf for the evening. If you were to get lost behind these locks. . Ain't that a good thing. Ain't that a good thing.
I know what you want. The magpies have come. If you know me so well. Then tell me which hand I use. . Make them go. Make it go. . Saw her there in a restaurant.
I salute to you, Commander, and I sneeze. 'Cause I have now an allergy. To your policies it seems. Where have we gone wrong America?. Mister Lincoln, we can't seem to find you anywhere.
I thought I had a witness. Come on, come on, come on. I thought I had a witness. Come on, come on, come on. . I thought I had a witness to this crime.
Snow can wait, I forgot my mittens. Wipe my nose, get my new boots on. I get a little warm in my heart when I think of winter. I put my hand in my father's glove.
A winter's carol, first song of the robin. A winter's carol, echo through the land. And I can hear it. Ringing out, ringing out from pine to oak. Bringing us, with the December snow.
"Do a dance for me". Baby, it is late still you pour me. A tall one, "Go on. Let the liquid take off what you're on. You've been down before". Boy, not like this.
Nothing here to fear. I'm just sitting around being foolish when there is work to be done. Just a hang-up call. And the quiet breathing of our Persian we call Cajun on a Wednesday.
Maybe i'm the afterglow. 'cause i'm with a band you know. don't you hear the laughter on the way down. Yes i am the anchorman. dining here with son of sam.
In our hand an old, old, old thread. Trail of Blood and Amens. Greed is the gift for the sons of the songs. Hear this prayer of the wampum. This is the tie that will bind us.
In the lush Virginia hills. They kept her as long as they could. 'Cause they knew when the white brother found. White shell beads wrapped around her. Skin a life giving river.
If I walk to Dublin. Cause my feet are god are sore. But I'll show them. I've got a girl in my pocket book and some proverbs. Going to take it take it there.
Feeling radical in cotton. Purified in my satin. But the bomb of the season. Is a Velvet Revolution. . I look at the sky. And feel the tears of the Prophets crying.
Hey yes. I said, yes. I said, hurray yay yay yippy yay. I said, diddly hey and. . Toodles Mister Jim you cherry picker. Toodles I say so long. Hear that your grave's a little warm you stickler.
Thoughts right now. I picked up a magazine. Here we go. Fifteen hundred years. Fifteen hundred years right here. . Burning witches, burning books. Burning babies in their looks.
I think it's perfectly clear. We're in the wrong band. Ginger is always sincere. Just not to one man. She called me up and she said. You know that I'm drowning.
So I want to kill this waitress. She's worked here a year longer than I. If I did it fast you know that's an act of kindness. . But I believe in peace.
One with her hands. . Open. . "Don't Be afraid" she said. . "No one will know it -. . Just you and me". . And when it's over. . I'll go back. . Related.