oh we kissed only once,. in your stripped out apartment,. You sold your furniture,. so we kissed on the carpet.. . it's like a whaling ship. oh, is being on tour you know,.
oh we kissed only once,. in your stripped out apartment,. You sold your furniture,. so we kissed on the carpet.. . it's like a whaling ship. oh, is being on tour you know,.
Wholly and totally brave I swam. Under dying Filipino light. Fighting and furious against the tide. Cause I lost our keys in the sea. Diving deep under coral reef.
On the Sunday after the mason dance. It's the one day I can remember when. I felt so pure and really at peace with myself. I was in love and the sun sang down victorious.
I stole from my mother. To hock her TV. She locked herself in the bathroom. She locked herself away from me. . I'm not her son. When it hits my blood.
The sun came up. Up above the sea. The streaming clouds. Tore into my tranquility. . Out my window. I could see. A bird drop down. On the branches of my apple tree.
All hail the swelling sun, as acid seeps and autumn bleeds. And the glowing has just begun. Every winter time is kindly now, the ground is sprouting out.
Hold on, keep it together. Hold on. No one, no one has ever. Made it so far in time. . No one knows what happens next. Because time travel is lonely. .
I was born a couple miles from here. My family rented me this house. So my family keeps me near. . From 1909, my familys run the town. You step out of line, poor sap.
In the seconds between the safety unlocks and the shot. The story is clear of distortions and tears and youll know why. . Were on mulholland drive. Can you survive a look inside?.
From the haunts of daily life. Where is waged the daily strife. Common wants and common cares. Cuts the human heart with tears. . Rise like lions after a slumberin'.
Dad, I watched you fall. And split your head on the dock. I couldn't bear to see a lion so meek. In the Francis Jay Memorial Wing, so I never came. . My family tree is me.
You know it's the time, oh, goodbye for now. I crudely descend the stairway to defend. . And my 424, me and my 424. Me and my 424, me and my 424. . I piss you off in slanted rhyme, walk away in 3 4 time.
At dawn I walked across my front lawn. Humming some bloodying, Nordic rowing song. It was raked and cut and comforting. To comfort I said so long. . I stole my girl from her backyard.
One, two, three, five. The night is only half alive. The curtains blow the frightened tress. They line the moonlit windy beach. . Four, five, six, seven.
June July I went home to live with my mom. At night I sat out to watch cicadas on the lawn. June July, confusion Tennessee. Here Sherman's army leveled troops in 1863.
My cousin is in Columbia hunting down the rebels. Over fields of bright and shiny coca. Over the jungle floor one-handing a 32. He says, Bring her down low now, I'm ready to go.
I'm back from the coast. I couldn't make it alone. All the brightest I met. Were just sick and broke. . The ones who had conviction. Were all the wrong types.