How do you do it? How do you do these things to me You're like a magician, I can tell you got tricks up your sleeve. You're like a bullfighter. You got
Fingernail moon up in the sky Come out and see me, see me sometimes 'Cause I'm here alone, stuck in the blue No distance between us, between me and you
Sam was a carpenter fifty years He pounded out blood, sweat and tears One day he hung his hammer up He wanted to do the things he loved What once was
Headin north on 101 Blastin Highway 61 I know every song Bob Dylan sung Yeah this old Mustang still can run Southern whiskey and berry wine
I?ve been wrong, I had plans so big But the devil?s in the details I left out one thing no one to love me No one to love me, no one to love For the want
The autumn howled around the heads That hung so slack, with lips so red The blooms had withered leaves were shed Tongues stuck in jaws, sad clowns parade
Nail and hammer, hammer and nail I need a lifeboat that's set to sail Across this ocean of tears I've cried The time has come to turn the tire Thread
By the banks of the river where the willows hang down And the wild birds all warble with a low mourning sound Down in the hollow where the water runs
I've been disguised by sunken eye I sleep in cars and shout at stars The killer said I'm not quite dead [Unverified] replied then I must hide Please
Comin up it never mattered what color you was, if you could spit then you could spit, that's it, that's what it was. Back when motherfuckers was straight
Now that you're back in town You look around at everything Well, it could be anywhere on earth Tryin' to count your change Inside the Asian store But
Never reaching what I want to reach Never being who I want to be Blaming me when I fall and fail All my dreams splintering under my fingernails Under
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Catch you later, baby, I've got to split I've got a habit I just can't quit Catch you later, baby, I gotta split I've
Now he was a man who worked with his hands Only in a motor, he found peace He could make an engine sing like a bird He could find his only kind of release
Thrice his arms were trespassed by nacreous nails Thrice his voice quenched the fires of consciousness Thrice his arms were nailed to the nightwall Thrice
Dirty dirty fingernails Out of the shower onto the bathroom floor Into the kitchen underneath the casserole Dirty dirty fingernails...
I'm imagining your frame Every angle and every plane I'm imagining your smell The one that mingled with mine Once upon a time thoughts of you Are picketing