It's there in the woods. As I child I could, see down where the deer ate dying grass and hear when the starving robins asked. Where's the Spring? Met
I'll mind my mouth, in a brand new town. In the time of the year when the things you hear, won't lay down or disappear. Damn the winter, it's following
The wall breaks on the phone if at all, if you call. A hole from which to see your head, if words are dead. Some things always stay the same. How
Baby brother don't you know? I'm cross when you come, I'm cursed when you go. I won't waste my time, let the worst get in line. I fruitlessly labor for
Bit by bit, and piece by piece it's adding up. The one I love loves me the least. A growing need for apologies, but when I'm wrong I'm weak in the knees
An old love of mine to wed the worst man she finds. A blossom that?s bloomed, in a house that?s a tomb, trapped in the rhododendron fumes. Bit by the
walking and running sucking and fucking at your will you want to bait us now entertain us 'til you're through it'd appear that you must take broken bones
There's a pain the west, a sinking feeling deep down in their chests. A little a girl, a town with her name, her daddy died before she had came. To see
Oregon loves too few. Oregon loves just you. Curse the rose, curse the rain. Now two bodies, can't start the same. How our sun has gone away, there aren
Painless ghosts, of which she knows, the smell in her clothes, the smell in her nose. There's blood on the snow. Bring your love, it's on your
Unruly type of sun, willing to spare no one. From the plains up to the peaks, this heat's stealing faith from the weak. Amidst the burning breeze, from
We are young and we are weak. Just as blank as we are bleak. Too far gone in our heads. We all live and work in the red. We're cold, we had done all
Lady, you fondle then fight, tonight. By tomorrow you should grow. Hades, the place you reside tonight. By tomorrow we should know. It's likely you
Get Rich Quick 2:15 Trk 25 (J. Feather, L. Feather) Little Richard (Richard Penniman) Little Richard - vocal W. Mays - trumpet, F. Jackson - ten.
palace by the sea? Could it be? [VLADIMIR] Yes, that's right. You rode horseback when you were only three. [ANASTASIA] Horseback riding? Me? [VLADIMIR] And the horse
and twisted metal, Surrealist literature from the seamless vessel The dark arts incantations and spell craft circles and stars The same fury that hell hath Feathers
, diamond head creek bed The fugitive pugilist Luminous, anonymous Doomsday is looming us, it's obvious Heal like the hands of a medicine man Decon feathers
wanna all choose sides I refuse to lose, now who's gon' die? Not me, I'mma live forever I'mma keep it together, do the weather with a feather in my hat