some lie, they slept beside. Yeah I kept this from them, But I can't keep this from you. So will you look for me, in that strange bright place, Where
: feel blue, miles above you the silver screen reach out and touch you and the dark of the back row this is a place where young lover go when they want
: well death may come invisible or in a holy wall of fire in the breath between the markers on a black I-80 mile from the madness of the governments
: There's no prayer I could say, no advice I could take No pill that would make me feel better There's no fountain to see, no cup I could drink. I know
: If you walk away, I'll walk away First tell me which road you will take I don't want to risk our paths crossing some day So you walk that way, I'll
Help me sing this tear gas riot song To some fresh faced police They won't even know what hit ?em When they lift their Roman shades When the people's song
: He always gets so mad things you laugh at. "Don't get so worked up." you'd say. but on the back deck you admit that you haven't felt much like laughing
: When all the knots attention keep you from getting loose Relax your love Relax your living And cruise... past the People's Choice and their backwards
: [Originally by Elliott Smith] I'm waiting for a train, Subway that only goes one way, Stupid thing that'll come pull us apart, Make everybody late
: increments spike their blood where a mass of mud cucumbers cut to fit their eyes and so no one would know how tired they've grown of talking and telling
: I met you through a common friend in the attic of my parents' house. And though I didn't know it then, I soon was finding out. You are the roots that
: How did this happen? How did this happen? Such a perfect day, an unexplainable new feeling How did this happen? How did this happen? Two contented
that you never knew me, or at least not well enough. So i fill my gut with dark red wine until my brain shuts off and my eyes go blind. You won't see
: [Intro: Mike Jones] Mike Jones! For the ladies baby (beat drops) Who?! Mike Jones (3x) Shyeah! This here for the ladies man You know what I'm sayin
: [Originally by Neil Young] Think I'll pack it in and buy a pick-up Take it down to L.A. Find a place to call my own and try to fix up Start a brand
: Lovers turn into monsters at the loss of all affection Almost like it was the affection that kept them from being monsters And I could have used some
: when the president talks to god are the conversations brief or long? does he ask to rape our womens' rights or to send poor farm kids off to die? will
: Love is real, it is not just in novels or the movies It is fact and it is standing here right in front of you So if you open your eyes, oh, what a