Once you taste the geometry of a church in a cul-de-sac You're gonna wanna sit with the bad kids in the back Cruising down Commerce Killing time in the blazing sun Is it true your analyst was a placekicker for the Falcons?
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I post David Cloud Berman lyrics & poetry every few hours (Silver Jews, Purple Mountains, Actual Air)
Her doorbell plays a bar of Stephen Foster Her sister never left and look what it cost her We're gonna live in Nashville and I'll make a career Out of writing sad songs and gettin' paid by the tear
Troubles, no troubles On the line And I can't stand to see you I can't stand to see you When you're crying at home Scotch and penicillin Please try Carlton A cold black maple hangar And husbands on the run
At the back of the bar, there's a couch Where the lonely people go and lie They talk to the honky tonk psychiatrist Into the wee hours of the night Into the wee hours of the night
He bought a little land with the money from the settlement And even bought the truck that had hit him that day He touched the part where the metal was bent And if you were there, you wouldn't hear him say
When you know how I feel, I feel better When you're fifteen, you wanna look poor
When failure's got you in its grasp And you're reaching for your very last It's just beginning
What was not but could have been Was my obsession way back when
And on the couch, beneath an afghan Lies an old friend he just took in Seeking shelter from the cold wind
"Hey, what Indian tribe occupied southern California? They were a lucky bunch of fellers!" Sting Bible, More Sea Bible, Knur & Spell In moments downhill, in moments downhill Towards sleep in the Stillwater shop Imagining places I was almost sure I'd never been
Chalk lines around my body Like the shoreline of a lake Your laughter made me nervous It made your body shake too hard
Ports of call, dayglo bait Why not see a legend while it's still being made? Things get kind of squirrelly when you're sleeping in the park Jam too far propagating in the night My colleagues and associates have kicked out all the lights Like I said, they say, nothing stops a party barge
I was living in a very young city Grand piano, great lakes, goodbye If you ask me my name, it's high-low-jack in the game I can track a single bee to the hive
My life at home every day Drinking coke in a kitchen with a dog who doesn't know his name Oh, right, it could have been anyone Grass rabbits, grass rabbits, grass rabbits, grass rabbits, grass
On occasion, we all do battle with motivational paralysis
Still wearin' last night's mascara Now that her pet was gone for sure She was shiverin' so hard It looked like there were two of her
There must be a pool out behind the church 'Cause he looked so cool in the back of a hearse After his debutante trial All the citizens began to dress in his style Oh, yeah It's a beautiful, beautiful world
They don't walk They don't talk in Malibu They don't vote They don't even smoke, I know you're blue I know you're blue I know you're blue They don't cream And they don't dream in Kansas City They don't cry They don't, they never act, I know you're ready
There's traps inside us all Traps inside us all Traps inside us all And the nights are so tall And the night is so tall And the knife is so tall
No, I didn't really want to die I only want to die in your eyes Grant me one last wish Life should mean a lot less than this Grant me one last wish Life should mean a lot less than this
On holidays, in lonely haunts At closing time, in restaurants I can't keep on pretending not to see Yeah, I'm starting to suspect Though I hope I'm incorrect That maybe I'm the only one for me
Four dogs in the distance Each stands for a kindness, yeah Bluebirds lodged in an evergreen altar I'm gonna shine out in the wild silence I'm gonna shine out in the wild silence I'm gonna shine out in the wild silence And spurn the sin of giving in
Punks in the beerlight, burnouts in love Punks in the beerlight, Toulouse-Lautrec Punks in the beerlight, two burnouts in love I always loved you to the max I love you to the max I love you to the max I love you to the max I love you to the max I love you to the max!
I am the trick my mother played on the world Seventeen doctors couldn't decide Whether I should be allowed in the game
I want to be tantamount to cordial Tantamount to good I want to be a warm and friendly person But I don't know how to do it She can't make it to her car Without making a new friend She's a small-town superstar Everybody hollering her name
Scenic this, scenic that, don't fall for the traps Of a man who was never born