Here's to Stevie Here's to split screens everywhere Here's to fast cars Here's to Jaqueline Bisset Fly to 'Frisco from O'Hare The Charger's half way
we're off the colored lines into the grey horizon and every place we find is way too far to mention and we live on borrowed time on sacred conversations
we all went down on a sloganeering show a bitter fight and blows and another way to matter another breath of life our times are always too slow
whistling past the graveyard of the drowning men we were you can almost smell the years that burned away since we left town without you here come the
who's got the answers say who's got a standard release who's got a place where the silences don't cry defeat who'll bring on the colored machines who'
well I've been heard I've been observed and it's all clear, man I'm a fraud my scene was punk and now it's mod but I always win man I fit in I lose the
raise your voice I can't here you make a choice did you say you wanted me did you say you wanted daddy or the bitch she didn't leave me when I was rich
i used to be a figther hell i used to be so good i used to know my way around the whole damn neighbourhood we'd come at night and paint the town
you can't always be heartbroken said the man with forehead eyes but in case you feel constrained in case you fall there's a place where no one's wanted
california here i come i'm keeping up with the sun i sort of like it here but oh hell the truth be told i'm the only one i could have been a better
sorry grace you're almost a shadow faking the sorrow turn on the cancer show what a sad parade we're all confined to staying in and bored in the evening
we saw him driving on the high roads coming down the mountains and we could harldy breathe he could have come here anytime but he likes it in the
this song I already wrote these words I already used as a quote somewhere there's somebody new to turtle necks and corduroy to bottlenecks and countrymen
I'm never uninvited I'm so happy I go where I want I choose what I do and there's always something new no talk of my intentions my relations are all that
cold eyes old face one more day of boredom crack down no sound anywhere in afterland pull me out before I die don't you leave me 'til I'm safe I swear
undone i liked it better when you were the strong one it's rubbing off we're going down again straight lines our time is running out i need a new sign
here's to stevie here's to splitscreens everywhere here's to fast cars here's to jacqueline bisset fly to frisco from o'hare half the charger's in the
i really like the way you do it the way your paintings really move the brushes and the coloured angels a sour darkness and the grooves a subtle