forget about suzzanne she's with some other man don't worry about your boy he's got a computer forget about the role it went to some other bloke so what
Teeny tiny little teens Keep pouring out of my machine I just typed a word And I just pressed return Someone makes this easy Someone makes this inevitable
I heard the sound, dull smash of shatterproof glass Everything stopped in the parking lot For a little girl, face down on the ground We all knew that
Late spring rain, cool purple mist Strawberries, big as a baby's fist Earth is soft and it yields to pressure The moon is far too bright to measure Comets
I was born in a summer storm Grass was cold but the sky was warm They lay me down in the mossy fields Where the crows kill with tender speed Sun burned
My mother groaned My father wept Into the dangerous world I leapt Helpless and naked Piping loud Like a fiend Hid in a cloud Struggling in my father
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
So long, goodbye, by order of the Pasadena Court So long, goodbye, 500 milligrams are needed everyday Held down by a pharmaceutical hand Are needed everyday
Little fly, your summers play My thoughtless hand Has brushed away And ended your day Am I not a fly like you? Are you not a man like me? Oh, I dance
do you remember the man? standing in front of the tanks that rolled on tianamin square he just stood there I heard the Red Guard went door to door and
I wish the war was on, I know this sounds strange to you. I miss the war-time life, anything could happen then: around a corner, behind a door. I miss
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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
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
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 My
Run with me We'll ride over the great cliffs Into the sea We won't saddle up again We won't run the track again No more shots or medicine Run with me
Dad, where are you going to? Don?t walk away so fast Talk to your little boy Or else I will be lost The night was dark And his dad wasn?t there The kid
