Blank stares lead to blank pages But nobody reads that much these days I’m fed up with lying And I can’t go a day without living for a name We all need a little help to get on our feet ag
Crash through the picture window that looks onto the scene* Dispose the antidote that dries up all your dreams. Make way the cavalry, comply with their demands. This is how to make a scene, this is h
This girl doesn’t know what she does to me A heart-attack in a little package I’m in too deep I’m struck once and down for the count The heart on your sleeve just knocked me out My
So leave your heart at the door Cause you’re all I’ve wanted and more And I’ll turn my back on feeling This is more than a moment you’re stealing Swept up and caught off guard
She gets up and starts another day Stumbles toward the daily grind and is on her way past the Faces that don’t even know her name Just another tragic tale these hallways shaped You’re get
Your mind drifts away As the record plays It’s sad song For once too long And tears slide down your face Every dream you had just left you Broken on the floor Wake up babe Don’t be sl
An artist stares through plane glass windows Through equally glassy eyes Somewhere, somehow, along the line Youthful promise passed him by He saw the world through a rose colored shine But the gray c
As I listen for the whistle, lie awake and wait Wish the railroad didn't run so near 'Cause the rattle and clatter of that old fast freight Keeps on makin' music in my ear, go bum again, go bum again,
The midnight badland's blasted and thirsty, I'm rifling out past it so fast that it hurts me, Strange things scream in the demon ether all around me, It's a pity my love lives, She'll never sleep soun
We dig our models with the brains the size of models And cars that we can trust with out wives And we dig converstations with girls from every nation But not the ones that whisper or tell lies Wherev
We dig our models with the brains the size of models And cars that we can trust with out wives And we dig converstations with girls from every nation But not the ones that whisper or tell lies Whereve
The Spark The Roots ("You'll soon depart." echoes from the last track) Malik B Yo, the feet that I walk with The ears that I hear with, the eyes that I see with The mouth that I talk with, the terro
He was born in West Virginia with a mountain in his yard, had a dream and then he followed it away. Ran to Tennessee, carried a guitar in his hand, signed a record deal and thought he had it made.
Eyeballs float in wet green grass I got a chain saw motor That's filled with rain. But when it sings like bach The eyes all bulge Then when the pink sun drops The eyelids fold While I'm in deep REM s
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