I've seen the best And the worst you can be And all while you're getting The better of me You're fragile but wicked And fleeting as breath And you move
I want too much and I want you When I hope I woke, I want too much When you try to save yourself And I hope you don't, I want too much In dreams I fly
I saw Willie Mays At a Scotsdale Home Depot Looking at Garage Door Springs At the the far end of the 14th row His wife stood there beside him She was
The floor will have its way it seems It fights me like a trampoline It won't let me on the ground So this time I'm not coming down No, this time I'm
Here you go If you fear the angels above while you sleep Then I'll be the blood, you paint on your door Your dream is a worry that nothing will keep
If I know my angels, I know what they'd say Be still my little butcher boy, you'll give us all away Be still you wretched little freak, give us room to
Come sit beside me That'll do for now The night has come and left me Just the light that you allow Come speak my name Fill my head with, oh, such foolish
Dear Marion, as I write this down Dear Marion, I just make the bed then I need To go lie down But baby knows that I love to cry Over every little thing
The carriage horses stamp and fume Until all color's gone They leave the street in black and white And bring the eventing coming on Lovers tug their
Just think what a day's rain can do A bridge once between us is lost I set it to sway And now here I stay Till it's cold enough to cross I stand on the
Holy cow, look what you've done You've got me now so I can't speak I wonder how you turned out the stars I hear your laugh Like falling railway cars
How beautiful you've made yourself How cruel you've become How so much like another That it's no surprise That I don't recognize you now so Beautiful
From the mountain comes a soul And the stones grow up like trees From the mountain comes a soul And the stones grow up like trees All blues hail Mary
I'm going to climb that hill and look out across Climb that hill and look out across Climb that hill and look out across A long ways off from here I'
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I might just change my mind Sometimes you can never tell Where a story will unwind How deep is the shallow ground Sometimes you would never guess Who
Life takes root in the deepest, dark ground Where bones, blood and honor have been trampled down And beaten like ponies and driven to town When reason
There's a song we used to know A kind of weary blues Some broken tune from long ago Some of us still like to use It hangs up high in the rafters Like
