1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2 hey don't touch the door. because the door will surely kill you. i hear you saying that you don't see what i mean, well you better
heading north on tailor stret when i ran into you we stopped to talk. right there on the sidewalk the air was new and clean i was inbetween times. the mountains
and the may sun shone down on california. and the strawberries grew fat and full and thick and red and as big as your fist and the traffic on riverside
a bird you would've liked brought the sky down, but it was useless to see it without you around. and in the unstoppable camera of my mind's eye, i saw
you were standing near the water, when the wind ripped through. heard your throat open up like a champagne bottle i heard the one perfect song pouring
I went down to lloyd center looking for you. but a mouth full of anger blocked my view. he took your hand there in the skating the rink. god will
john: "we'd like to dedicate this song to our friends, the former inhabitants of the british isles!" they used to paint their bodies blue a couple
the day we set sail from england the wind behind us was fair the day we set sail from england there were smiling faces everywhere and the snow came down
on the last of his life, jimi hendrix woke up and made his way down the hall and he adjusted the knobs on the shower till the water came out just the
i saw the darkness coming down, it posed no threat to me i let the dakrness ease its way around it was every good thing i'd expected it would be i
when you came back from trenton, all the sparkle was gone. and you stood in the shadow and the curtains were drawn and i know you're lying. and you
i see five fingers on each hand. i see only as far as my arms can stretch. after that it all gets kinda blurry. i see the air compressor vent where
you know. you know. you see what's going on with me. but you don't do anything. you don't do anything. you don't do anything. you feel. you feel