All skate Now reverse I'm waking from a dream, the neighborhood is green All the sounds I've missed all the years Come down to wedding death and fear
"Knockin' on Heaven's Door" is a Bob Dylan song from 1973. The girls have been doing it now and then since at least 1988. There's something about the
solves anything Running changes nothing You better stay But if you're running to another's arms Runing to another's charms Then go away Indigo daisies Indigo daisies Indigo daisies Indigo
Clearing webs from the hovel A blistered hand on the handle of a shovel I've been diggin' too deep, I always do I see my face on the surface, I look a
Everybody looks so ill at ease, so distrustful so displeased Running down the table I see a borderline Like a barbed wire fence, strung tight, strung
The story hit the news from coast to coast They said you beat the girl you loved the most Your charitable acts seemed out of place And the beauty with
Last chance lost In the tyranny of a long goodbye Last chance lost We talk of us with deadly earnest eyes Last chance lost We talk of love in terms of
Make 'em nice and normal Make 'em nice and neat You see him with his shotgun there Bloodied in the wheat Oh what do you know about Living in Turbulent Indigo
She pulls the shade, it's just another sunny Sunday She dodges the light like Blanche DuBois Bright colors fade away on such a sunny Sunday She waits
Ramblin' around your city Ramblin' around your town I never see a friend I know As I go ramblin' 'round boys As I go ramblin' 'round My mother hoped
Caramia Blank notebook and a back pocket fade You used to mock me Sometimes I would cry When I was home later 'Cause you hurt my feelings Why? Why? Why
Sittin' in Darwin's theory You're down in the forty-eight I'm practicin' politics You're practicin' guitar and stayin' out late How'd we get so turned
Remember everything I told you Keep it in your heart like a stone And when the winds have blown The winds have blown things round and back again What
Hey kind friend I don't know when I'll see you again On a ferry boat bound to Victoria Layin' down to hide from the wind Big dipper hangin' over the
Scooter boys and Argentineans Europe shed the blood of the Indians Here I sit in the land of plenty Crying about my own virginity Hey blue blood you'
One hundred 'n' fifteen You are seventeen Itchy trigger And venomous You're growin' longer You're growin' stronger So shed your skin Baby now shed this
It's alright forty days of rain The skin stretched our from the growing pain It'd be nice to have an explanation but it's alright And it's alright if
I am sorry that I set my sights On the things I read Something meant for your husband And maybe, you left it under the bed Once upon a love those words