there is colour to paint the world let's keep the positivity and get ready to get hurt with an elbow and a smile in the land of elbows (dedicated to Axel
: The birds are the keepers of our secret As they saw us where we lay In the deepest grass of springtime In a reckless guilty haze And they wove a sweet
: Lippy kids on the corner again Lippy kids on the corner begin Settling like crows Though I never perfected the simian stroll The cigarettes and it
: I have a drop-leaf window With cats and broken yards Sunflowers and paint cans And stolen shopping carts And nothing to be proud of And nothing to
: I throw this to the wind But what if I was right Well, did you trust your noble dreams And gentle expectations to the mercy of the night? The night
: My high priestess folded neatly Back in your box, oh Lord Called the song he sang so sweetly Back in your box, oh Lord Found myself astride a tiger
: I walked with the river in kind of a dream Hand in hand, the all-knowing river and me To the clammer of rushes and deeply barren trees A drunk making
: Best intentions bring joyless droughts Pack your hacksaw come push me out When your dentures prevent your smile These adventures will fill your eyes
: The birds are the keepers of our secret As they saw us where we lay In the deepest grass of springtime In a reckless guilty haze Did they sing a million
: Are we having the time of our life? Are we having the time of our lives? Are we coming across clear? Are we coming across fine? Are we part of the
: I plant the kind of kiss That wouldn't wake a baby On the self same face The lie wouldn't let me sleep And the street is singing with my feet And dawn
: Mondays is for drinking to the seldom seen kid I've been working on a cocktail called Grounds for Divorce Whoah Polishing a compass that I hold in
: You're a law unto yourself And we don't suffer dreamers But neither should you walk the earth alone So with finger rolls and folding chairs And a
: A friend of mine grows his very own brambles They twist all around him 'til he can't move Beautiful, quivering, chivalrous shambles What is my friend
: Gotta get out of TV Just pick a point and go The ticker-tape tangles my feet As I search for a face that I know Come on, tower crane driver There's
: The fix is in There's a nag gonna dance home at Epsom The fix is in Can't wait to see how it upsets 'em Too many times we've been postally pipped
: There's a ladder tear in my high ideals Like I took a chair on the battlefield Anyd any noble friend that was burning in my chest Is acid in my belly
: Drinking In order to feel Thinking Reinventing the wheel Kicking up mischief and feeding the fire Kicking up mischief and walking the wire Little
