a jerk. The purist turns a deaf ear. He's such an intellect, Does he think his censorship is gaining our respect? The raising of a fist, like a trigger of a
I will wait for you tonight, I will wait for you tonight The scalpel carves a map for you A map for you A map for you A map for you This reception
Keep the maple tree carved with the name of my love The hills we would sled race down Lake Michigan stay endless and painted in sky goodbye Mother says
i know that it is possible to become intimate with a stranger, from a distance, across time and continents, because i have knelt before a young master in a
1st and love My heart's beating like a bass drum I heard cupid in my ear He said he never saw better I gave him a straight shot And it hit me like a
1st" and "Love" My heart is beating like a bass drum I heard Cupid in my ear He said he never saw better I gave him a straight shot And it hit me like a
Mother's milk has soured My life's a bolted door And from it runs A trail of vagrant gore My wounds are open flowers Fragrant gifts for my encore Bouquets
My face is burning Time to worship the sun Standing still but My wheels are turning Time to polish my gun Walk the mile For my native brother Carving names
You know there was a change in me I started noticin' the little girl next door I walked her home from school I never did before I even carved her name upon a
's known then a man is on his own I walk through the night through the cold and the sight of a tombstone chills my soul My mother's name is carved there
face Mother of Time The inevitable is her domain Inside which everything is lost She's a guard of transcendent laws carved in eternal fire in the beginning
today Wash us away, wash us away, wash us away There was never a fool like a young fool alone in A world without someone he can find a home in And for
Is his father's and his mother's only son Everyday the neighbors say that it's a dirty shame The way he spat upon his family and scandalized their name
used to snore, just like a wild boar A-snuffling and a-wheezing Ernestine My Georges, I guarantee He'd get up to pee seven times a night! Hortense Claude
Walking downtown To a place you've never been before Go inside and say your name And close the door Go inside, say your name And close the door Go
as a minute is Let it be dark for a minute, when I kick yo ass it'll spark in it, You'll never receive a medallion with a mic carved in it, often it
his fishing clothes With the sea wind in his hair They carved his name on a small brass plaque On a pier out in the bay A storm came by in early spring