1, 2, 3, 4 you bought me some chocolates. and you bought me a rose. and you brought me a paper bag. and you brought me a lamp. thank you for the chocolates
red red, red everywhere bright red all along the thin canvas wall i stepped outside, for a little air i stepped outside to get away from it all i went
i'm coming in. try to stop me. push furniture in front of the door. it only gives me something to push against. in the full heat of the summer's day,
black mollies in the aquarium, darting back and forth as though an earthquake were certain and I, turned up the heater and I ripped off my shirt
the pictures that you paint aren't as pretty as they once seemed to me and the coffee's bitter because it's been boiling too long and the jokes you tell
somewhere in the damn forest... where the fat pines look like my brother's arms, thick and ripe i'm trying to get out for days and these green vines
the ocean wind cold on our lips, the wild fern growing, sinking ships, all the signs are easy to read. in the morning you come my way, your skin is
we both know you're leaving you just don't want to say it yet 'cause you don't want to hurt my feelings so you gnaw your little holes in the net and
spoken: ...the sargeant drop to the ground in the shadow of a low branch they heard a branch crack to the left then the sound of footsteps two of the
the waterfall and a statue of jesus 200 feet tall 3000 miles from the north california and 3 little feet from falling off the earth and the shadow of a mountain
there was rain there was wind there was spring coming in there was a feeling of approaching doom and i was happy to see you it was cold in your room
the waves were beating against the shore the waves were beating as if they hadn't before the dock was soaking the wood was wet your hair blew madly i
[john spoken] hi, it's the mountain goats it's the seventeenth of december at nine thirty four in the morning and this is called no, i can't. you bought
the glowing world, the bench backed up against the house the chicken coops the darkness surrounding everything it was late and the night was moving slowly
hey, what's wrong with you? hey, what are you trying to do? 'cause if what you had in mind is what i think it is then it's not very kind and it won't
you're a strong one, you're a lion you're brave, death defyin' you're in your car, crossing town. and i can feel you, coming down. you're so pretty,
sail on down the road 'bout a half a mile or so and i tried to make you stay, but now you're going it was plain to see that a small town boy like me
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 crack