This city is silver in the moon And mountains heaped with sugar spoons The click and clatter of my feet On lonely crooked cobbled streets Like castanets
Making friends is so damn easy All you handsome devils Oh, what a congragration you make Carry on with your revels Go on and eat your birthday cake
it's like you took the giant christmas tree at rockafella center and you spread it paper thin but you were careful not to break a bulb and then you
Whatever I do Is whatever I want to do And whatever I think comes true I'm always looking for something new And just like I've been saying every single
I met a kid in Brooklyn and he pointed at the skies he had liquor on his breath and he had fire in his eyes he staggered at me and stumbled and I helped
Whenever light shines down on misery It can only make things worse On the day we met she burned so bright I was lucky as a gypsy curse Well she was blushing
She was the queen of the rummage sale The curator of a great collage She would rescue every beautiful thing The brick-a-brack, the hodgepodge And stack
Your shine how it makes me shiver The line you trace It says you can still forgive her And she will forgive you back Oh, hey, firefly Oh, why, firefly
King Chris Coyne, Total Shams, and Shoeless Jed Wise Chyld King, Sean and Reshma, Coll and Brian Darkhorse Jack setting things on fire at Glass Fernie
I guess that we were lucky just to get you back I heard they found found you wondering down the railroad track I know it was the devil that made you
alright! i'm over by the water cooler listen to the chatter while i'm working to get fired but it doesn't seem to matter when the week is nearly through
Oh, my shrinking violet I left my basket of impatience at your door I brought my tulips for your two lips But the bulb don't burn anymore Ain't it a
When the pin drops suddenly All the shapes and shadows flee And the world in front of me comes tumbling down Like a king on a matchstick throne Who gave
On monday dealey plaza fills with people on the way to the court houses and meeting rooms but me, I'm free today And I traced the path the motorcade
Come inside, shut the door Grab the blankets off the floor Let your sneakers dry there on the radiator Here we are, winter again Brittle bones and prickled
I caught the bus in Chinatown And slept the whole way up by 95 The driver, cut and weaved so crazy, just his luck kept him alive and I guess I believed
That summer they came to chainsaw the trees That the beetles had scarred with their dreaded disease And so many tears poured right out of your head Stained
I got a book of photographs from old Sing Sing They used to say upstate, and that?s what they?d mean It?s such a prettier name for such an awful place