why do you treat me this way? and why do you try so hard to break my spirit? i think someone was mean to you when you were little, that's what i think
i wind up the tiny machines. i watch them go. i don't what they are exactly. what do i know? i know that you are the radical evil i've been wondering
Evening came on like a big red wing And the dying sun Spilt his colors on everything And as the night came on You burst into song And you scraped
(everybody ready? uh yeah! um-hmm.) sun melts everything down, and the hills are reduced to nothing the whole house shakes, and you can see that the
when I ask you to look at me you look away. I ask you to tell me something nice once. you come at me with all your hot lights on display. I know
, will you watch the embers glow? would you keep the fire burning? this is a song for you, in case i never make it through to where you are. this is a song
what cars there are go by like snails and ice crystals shine on the staircase's handrails the quiet air is worth some discussion as the windows
on the day that Dennis Brown's lung collasped spring rain was misting down on Kingston and down at the harbor local cops were intercepting an inbound
i opened up the window and the cold air came in. and i saw a bird on a branch outside that i had never seen before. he looked a robin, but it had an
the trees alone for years Practicing my solitary scales 'til they rose like balloons Watching them go where they will go Face in the leaves Song
through the bodies of a hundred people, i saw you. i saw you coming through the crush. saw you pushing through. and in the bodies of a hundred people
You have got that look in your eye in the pinprick point where kindness goes to die I'll be six years old next year You erase me you'll be sorry
well I see you've left me a photograph of a leopard tearing an antelope in half. what have you done? what have you done? what have you done...with
i'm not going to say what i came over to say to you. but you were thinking along the same lines and you let the words come ringing through. i wouldn
i don't like what i've turned into there's a hole in my chest in the spot that you wormed out through they say it's on the mend, but it hurts me when
Here come the times of changing time. Here come the days of light and grace. Here come the hours of wordless wondrousness. Light light will fill this
come down in the flatland show me your shoulder wait now where the black hand touches us we'll both grow older and the sky above us and the ground
i went down to loyd center looking for you but a mouth full of anger blocked my view he took your hand there in the skating rink god will give him