(w/ the flower choir ensemble, tape recorder intro by the nonhorse) ?which reminds me of us smoking through the foreplay this one is precious i lit
(w/ diane cluck) i do not believe we met before or maybe in a darker place maybe in a darker place there's many people singing good songs so many
smile from the heart, We don't know the same words We don't need to There's so much more to you, You don't even hate me for being With the pioneers
I fell asleep on a roadtrip And the snow storm made me cross concrete Between high-speed highway lanes and exit lanes And I woke up to a sign that said
(w/laura hoch) and when the doorknob gets rusty i'll fix it for you and when the cell phone's batteries get empty i'll fill them up for you and when
The bear went over the mountain There was no-one there then but we know When i left your sight again You must have thought it meant something but no Sometimes
To your right A spotlight Making you look pretty To your left What was left Of an afternoon party Did you see That movie Where the extras pointed at
With Lisa B. If some of my friends could be monkeys They would have four hands and understand me David: I wish my girlfriend was a monkey With her four
I'd shave my face into clark gable's but i wouldn't be at my best i do my talking at coffee tables i like a setting sun in the west don't you hate it
Sickness grabs me by the hand And the cramp in my left leg warns me That if the nails of my hand are painted With some blue polish from I don?t know where
I tripped on mushrooms for half a week And it all came down to Me on the futon Asking myself how you could have run away from me How could you run away
(with the purple organ and mike rechner) i won't say the word but you know i'm fond of you i don't need curtains and i don't need a view but to cut you
I guess it?s not right but in a way I think That for some reason I wish you hurt a bit But you don?t cause I?m not the kind who leaves marks in girls
The walking in the cold was like this : Fingers, ears, nose, numb all of them The dirty sidewalk and everything, was a Sign I xould follow and know :
I got the feeling Many of us Don?t see much I look around Some things just Don?t match The sound of the shotgun The big black eye of a doe They go
It all comes down to this: A fragment, a piece Whatever you do or say It only makes a difference to-day Won't you be a doll and open a jar of pickles
I see how you look at me And I Don?t understand I have plenty of time when Yours is running fast You?re filled up with ?despise? and ?shame? through
Left by The side Of the road Deer wild baby Hit by a car Who will care but me? And I'm not in a car right now Driving fast In that Do I have to drive