| albums: A Golden Age | |
| It Don't Mean Nothing Without A Name Two Days in the Dark | |
Telling Tomorrow From Today Scenes from Tiny Town | |
| A Golden Age (2008) | |
 400 Words 1 letter home 400 words except for the postmark from somewhere else. from northwest China to me in Queens 4 weeks passed you know what that means You're on the move. You miss me so. You'll write in 3 weeks. You have to go. 400 Words and each one blue 400 Words 400 Words A picure of you and Chairman Mao red scarf sweaty brow 6 more years and 15 towns paralyzed skates and unpaid clowns The wind carries you home again in forceful fits of the best made plans. 400 Words and each one blue 400 Words 400 Words When you recover from your cruise minor shift to pinks from blues. 400 words and each one pink. Paradise children don't have to think. 400 Words and each one blue 400 Words 400 Words 400 words and each one blue. Sincerely yours, 402. Terry Pendleton On the last Tuesday of every month, Mr. Pendleton would deliver our wood with his faithful companion, was a hound named, "Biscuit." But last Tuesday, on an uncommonly warm October morning, I met the love of my life. Beside him, there was no dog. She was Terry Pendleton, the wood-chopper's daughter. Looking 'bout just the same as the day her daddy brought her home from the hospital. I could barely speak at all. That was the day I fell in love with the wood-chopper's daughter. She had hair the color of gold and skin the color of cherry blossoms just like the one's that fell when her Pa cut down a cherry tree. She was Terry Pendleton, the wood-chopper's daughter. Looking 'bout just the same as the day her daddy brought her home from the hospital. I could barely speak at all. That was the day I fell in love with the wood-chopper's daughter. |
Number 2 I switch on the TV Who's talking about me? I open up the paper, they're talking 'bout you. I wrote her a letter; tried not to upset her. O, just forget her. For those who don't know history it's always a mystery. My company loves misery. I wrote her a letter and tried to upset her. O, just forget her. Number 4 One more Saturday wasted in the emergency room. They're tearing down all the houses on Nelson Street You're one in a million, one in three thousand. They're tearing down all the houses on my street. The Point, the Point, the Point was lost on you. The Point The Point was lost on you. Daylight Savings Time always get me high. Climb up a telephone -- whisperlight canvas -- pole. You're one in a million; one in three thousand, anyway. They're tearing down all the houses on my street. The Point, the Point, the Point was lost on you. The Point The Point was lost on you. Holed Up In Asheville Been riding the road from Roanoke to Asheville for too long. Sweet Virginia begs me for a song. So, I'll write it on a dollar bill and send it home. One more night Sweet Virginia's on her own. Write it out on a dollar bill and send it home. I hope the mailman don't take too long. Write it out on a dollar bill and send it home. One more night Sweet Virginia's on her own. The road between us grows longer by the mile. That's one more mile that I won't see her smile. There's too much time to ride this line till I'll be coming home to her. There's too much time to ride this line. When I was younger it was fine. There's too much time to ride this line till I'll be coming home to her. Holed up in Asheville for the night. Brush my teeth, take a shower, and turn out the light. Clean towels and bedspreads ain't no substitute for being home. One more night Sweet Virginia's on her own. Clean towels and bedspreads ain't no substitute for being home. Dusty curtains and oil paintings, no. Clean towels and bedspreads ain't no substitute for being home. One more night Sweet Virginia's on her own. |
| It Don't Mean Nothing Without A Name (2007) | |
 The House and the Hill All the way upstate there's a house and a hill. When I make my getaway I probably will thank God for God and the moonshine still. Between the House and the Hill I can't say what's calling me more walk outside or stay indoors welcome to the house and the hill Three stories on a dead end street the house and the hill. The hill's free, the house left to me in my gramma's will. You can't buy a thrill with a dollar bill. Between the House and the Hill I can't say what's calling me more walk outside or stay indoors welcome to the house and the hill In the summer when the sun is high I'll climb up that hill. In the winter when the wind is dry I'll wait around until snow piles up to the window sill. I'll drink homemade bourbon till I've had my fill. Then I'll stumble outside the house upon that hill. How could I leave this place? I never will. Between the House and the Hill I can't say what's calling me more walk outside or stay indoors welcome to the house and the hill Disappear Me Dear Billy, where you been? Seems you've gone missing once again. Though it happens now and then we get so nervous when you disappear into thin air. Disappear Me Can't you hear me? Take me with you wherever you disappear to. Sweet Clara, where are you? Seems you've gone missing, too. We don't know what to do when we can't find you. You disappeared into thin air. Disappear Me Can't you hear me? Take me with you wherever you disappear to. Dear Rose, it's been a year since you ran away from here. I know it sounds insincere but we just need you here. You disappeared into thin air. Disappear Me Can't you hear me? Take me with you wherever you disappear to. Some Dude Blocked My View (at the 9:30 Club) There's a hole where you left. There's a hole in front of me. There's a hole where you left. Now, I can't see Because some dude took your place and he's taller than me. There's a hole where you left. There's a hole in front of me. There's a hole where you left. Now, I can't see Move your head. I can't see. Move your head. I can't see. This Machine This machine is busted, broken down, and rusted out in the snow. Some kid left it here. Been outside for half the year. Damn, it's cold. This machine is busted, broken down, and rusted. The paint chips and greys. All the colors fade away. The paint chips and greys. All the colors fade away. It's old. The corner snaps, the top will crack. No store is gonna take it back anymore. This machine is busted, broken down, and rusted. The paint chips and greys. All the colors fade away. This machine does no one good. It doesn't function as it should no more. Left for dead among the leaves. The little kid, he does believe that it's gone. This machine is busted, broken down, and rusted. The paint chips and greys. All the colors fade away. I Will Follow Another lazy day goes by. And one more Saturday night. Time just drifts into the sky. Another tear left to cry. Will you go back to where you came? And I will follow. I will follow. You find yourself all along. Spending hours on the phone. Your plans are completely blown. Your life no longer your own. Will you go back to where you came? And I will folow. I will follow. You pack your bags, you move away. Nevermind, I think I'll stay. But, I'll see you on your way. Maybe we'll meet again someday. Will you go back to where you came? But, I won't follow you. I won't follow you. Airwalk Out of touch and out of money. Standing in the midst of everybody. Out of money and out of luck. Nobody's gonna give a fuck where you live. And the way you talk. And where you walk. Out of breath and out of touch. Telling everyone I love you much. Out of touch and out of friends Calling everyone to make amends. Out of friends and out of dough nobody's gonna even know where you live. And the way you talk. And where you walk. |
April Fool You played the part that only you could be. You know it starts it starts with you and me. Deep down in your heart where only you could see you were the one who laughed and I was the April Fool. You tore apart tore it into two. The broken heart that'd do anything for you. Just when it starts starts to suck for you. You were the one who laughed and I was the April Fool. It sounds absurd but I guess it is okay. The way I heard you left the other day. A big big bird flying flies away. You were the one who laughed and I was the April Fool. Your thousand eyes staring down from space. It's no surprise they threw away the case. The reason why -- you blew away your face. You were the one who laughed and I was the April Fool. Hundred Dollar Day I'd pay a hundred dollars just to see the stars in the sky and the moon not so bright in the middle of the night. And another hundred dollars to live on this earth with all of this love. This is gonna be a hundred dollar day. No one's gonna take my hundred dollars away. I'd pay a hundred dollars to wake up in the middle of the day with nowhere to be and no one to see. One more hundred dollars to breathe sweet air deep in the green. This is gonna be a hundred dollar day. No one's gonna take my hundred dollars away. I'd pay a hundred dollars to make it all new. To never have heard or seen it before. I'd give my last hundred dollars to see it all again. Heaven is life on earth. This is gonna be a hundred dollar day. No one's gonna take my hundred dollars away. Taos, NM Peach season's over so why am I still here? Think I'll move to Taos for the rest of the year. Out there I didn't have a care. It seemed so nice, but I've only been there twice. The clouds are falling. The sky is getting dark. The night's a-calling. The sun has lost its spark. I said I'd leave before the leaves began to drop. Your voice calls me from your snowy mountain, snowy mountaintop. Out there I didn't have a care. It seemed so nice, but I've only been there twice. I'd pull up the stakes and pack up my guitar. And point my car to whereever you are. Peach season's over so why am I still here? Think I'll move to Taos for the rest of the year. Out there I didn't have a care. It seemed so nice, but I've only been there twice. Empathetic Thumb II Do you breathe the same air I breathe? Do you eat the same food I eat? Do you drink the same booze I drink? Do you smoke the same dope I smoke? If you do, tell me why you're so far away. Do you walk down the very same street? Do you talk the very same speak? Do you hide from very same freak? Were you born the very same week? If you were, tell me why you're so far away. Do you feel the way I do? Can I be as cool as you? Did you take all that you could take? Did you make the same exact mistakes? If you did, tell me why you're so far away. If you do, tell me why you're so far away. It Don't Mean Nothing Without A Name I woke up this morning the luckiest boy alive. Still deep in the dream I was in just last night. It don't mean nothing without a name. It don't mean nothing without a name. Through rose-colored windows frost forms on the inside forming crystalline visions of the dream I'll be dreaming tonight. In the morning, I know she's sleeping somewhere on her own. By noontime, the clouds and winds point the way back home. It don't mean nothing without a name. It don't mean nothing without a name. The air here is cold and clean and the backyard bare. When the night shadows fall I'll be dreaming of the girl with the reddish-brown hair. Dreaming is easy, but sleeping not so much. It's warm inside, but not as warm as her touch. It don't mean nothing without a name. It don't mean nothing without a name. |
| Two Days in the Dark (2007) | |
 Empathetic Thumb When you twitch, I twitch. When you burn, I burn. When you moan, I bitch. When you teach, I learn. What you feel, I feel. When you fake, I know what's real. When you fold, I deal. When you hide, I will conceal. When you've won, I'm done. When you've lost, I'm lost. If you feel queer, I'm here. It's all the same for me. If you need help, I'll help. When you scream, I'll yell. You're far too complex for me, but I just can't help myself. When you float, I float. When you sink, I sink. When you dream, I dream. When you stink, I stink. When you die, I will die. When you go, I will come. I will always be your Empathetic Thumb. Two Days in the Dark Bloody from defeat Frozen in the street Too cold to spread my wings to fly. A voice from the sky Calling from on high Too weak to even say goodbye. Woe... this tyranny chills me deep down in my bones. O... come with me now, it is time to go home. Life in deep freeze stricken with disease tears freezing as they fall Two days in the dark falling apart the air too dead to hear my call. Woe... this tyranny chills me deep down in my bones. O... come with me now, it is time to go home. Cold water was bed buried to my head it'll be spring when I decay Frozen in place awaiting God's grace finally I will fly away. Woe... this tyranny chills me deep down in my bones. O... come with me now, it is time to go home. We Broke Into Heaven We broke into heaven. it wasn't hard to do. We broken into heaven. You punched a guard in the chin kicked another in the shin and I walked on in. You ain't one for behaving and I ain't one for taking names. Like the time you kicked that dude's teeth out and let me take the blame. And I remember the broken hearted that you left in your wake. Even the most hardened of men who had no heart to break. Riding coattails ain't my stroug suit but you've got the finest in the town. You always made it real easy for me to follow you around. Now, you're wanted by the authorities and my association didn't help at all. It's no wonder they just shot you dead and made me take the fall. But they can't take you from me. If it's the last thing I do. I'm gonna make my way to heaven's gate and make the great escape with you. We broke into heaven. it wasn't hard to do. We broken into heaven. You punched a guard in the chin kicked another in the shin and I walked on in. We broke into heaven. it wasn't hard to do. We broken into heaven. You punched a guard in the chin kicked another in the shin with a shit-eating grin and I walked on in. Dysfunctional Toe Bite the rock and break your jaw like a thousand headaches before. Pick yourself up off the stoop. You're on your own this time. Rescue me from this witchly curse -- the one I've had forever. When the book is written and the movie made, I will sign the check "Dysfunctional Toe." Your can of worms is far too large to keep inside my chest of drawers. Cure me of this sinking feeling that I've lost all self-control. Wrapped inside a piece of felt at the bottom of your mother's hope chest. When the book is written and the movie made, I will sign the check "Dysfunctional Toe." |
Melissa Molasses Melissa Molasses with the black-framed glasses sweet as tonic and gin and sharp as a pin. Melissa Molasses, you wander aimlessly. If you stop for a second, we'd get on famously. Melissa Molasses, give me the time of day. I struggle for the right words to say. I shudder and quake like some nervous jerk. Melissa Molasses, this could really work. Melissa Molasses, I'll tell you everything. I'd be your Bobby Riggs. You'd be my Billy Jean King. Melissa Molasses, you never knew. That I wrote this song just for you. Melissa Molasses, give me the time of day. I struggle for the right words to say. I shudder and quake like some nervous jerk. Melissa Molasses, this could really work. Melissa Molasses, this is such a tiny town. You're at the top of the list that I keep around. It Don't Mean Nothing Without A Name I woke up this morning the luckiest boy alive. Still deep in the dream I was in just last night. It don't mean nothing without a name. It don't mean nothing without a name. Through rose-colored windows frost forms on the inside forming crystalline visions of the dream I'll be dreaming tonight. In the morning, I know she's sleeping somewhere on her own. By noontime, the clouds and winds point the way back home. It don't mean nothing without a name. It don't mean nothing without a name. The air here is cold and clean and the backyard bare. When the night shadows fall I'll dreaming of the girl with the reddish-brown hair. Dreaming is easy, but sleeping not so much. It's warm inside, but not as warm as her touch. It don't mean nothing without a name. It don't mean nothing without a name. Airwalk Out of touch and out of money. Standing in the midst of everybody. Out of money and out of luck. Nobody's gonna give a fuck where you live. And the way you talk. And where you walk. Out of breath and out of touch. Telling everyone I love you much. Out of touch and out of friends Calling everyone to make amends. Out of friends and out of dough nobody's gonna even know where you live. And the way you talk. And where you walk. Le Car The Car The Train The Bus The Plane The Car The Van Your Face Your Hand The Car The Van The Czar The Plan The Girl The Man The Czar The Man You Do What You Can The Czar The Can Avoid Red Mountain You best stay clear of Red Mountain. You best stay clear, I said. You best stay clear of Red Mountain or else you'll wind up dead. There ain't no maps that show Red Mountain. Where it is is anybody's guess. There ain't no maps that show Red Mountain. The best I can tell you is head southwest. That old trail that leads up Red Mountain it welcomes you and lets you in. That old trail that leads down Red Mountain once you lose sight of it, you won't find it again. When the sun sets on Red Mountain, a cold wind blows your way. When the sun sets on Red Mountain your lost within one more day. You best stay clear of Red Mountain. You best stay clear, I said. You best stay clear of Red Mountain or else you'll wind up dead. |
| Telling Tomorrow from Today (2006) | |
 Robot Camera Setting up the aperture; Dialing in the light. Fleeting whim and pedigree. The simple scene coerced by my mechanical eye. Flashing lights and dynasties. Forever, forever, forever I tend to like the fluffy clouds and the birds in the sky. Tweedle-dum and tweedle-dee. And mountains, two, and rivers, three, so incredibly high. It's pretty nice around here. Forever, forever, forever. Use Your Inside Voice Living by watching, learning by doing, telling tomorrow from today. Suddenly catching, dozily moving, creature comforts everyday. There are 53 reasons why, and 11 reasons why not, tomorrow's going to be exactly like today. Salmon-eyed sunrise, feather-down night clothes, mystery day guest, flattery calls. Miscreant neighbor, awakening nightly, no one can see when glory abounds. There are 53 reasons why, and 11 reasons why not, tomorrow's going to be exactly like today. Tidal wave hourglass, takes one to know one. you'll never recognize the lasting vibrations family wedding joining up with the atmosphere. There are 53 reasons why, and 11 reasons why not, tomorrow's going to be nothing like today. Chet Baker You'll never see the damage you do to me. Was it all a dream? Your face is laughable. Highly photographable. The thrill is gone. Now we all must move on. Everyone was waiting just for you. Everyone was there. Almost me, almost you. You'll never see the damage you do to me. Was it all a dream? You were always tender, yet apathetic. You left all of us feeling sympathetic for our tragic king with leathery skin and teeth bashed in. You'll never see the damage you do to me. Was it all a dream? There was never any question that you did achieve to bear it and wear it all on your sleeve. Yours You write it on the inside of your matchbook. You forget all about it till the next time you look at all these scraps of paper strewn across your dashboard, and you swear that this time is it. Yours is the best idea. Yours is the best idea. Yours is the best idea that I had all day. You can dream all you want, it won't come true. That doesn't mean it won't happen for you. A singular vision far far away seven years to the day. Yours is the best idea. Yours is the best idea. Yours is the best idea that I had all day. This is everyday for someone. And there's something for everyone. Yours is the best idea. Yours is the best idea. Yours is the best idea that I had all day. Lay Me Down in Fern Valley Alone doesn't mean, "I'm lonely," when I'm alone with you. Alone doesn't mean, "I'm lonely," when I'm alone with you. Lay me down in Fern Valley. Lay me down next to you. Lay me down in Fern Valley. My love, just me and you. Wake me up when the night is over. Wake me up when the night is through. Wake me up when the night is over. Wake me up, make my dreams come true. Take my hand in Fern Valley. Take my hand and walk with me. Take my hand in Fern Valley. Take my hand, Mon Cheri. Spend the night in Fern Valley. Spend the night with me, my love. Spend the night in Fern Valley. Spend the night under the stars above. Alone doesn't mean, "I'm lonely," when I'm alone with you. Alone doesn't mean, "I'm lonely," when I'm alone with you. Rosalee, the Songbird Cries Rosalee, the songbird cries far away up in the sky. Rosalee, the songbird flies to my love, my love will never die. It was on an autumn day, when your papa sent you away. He said, "Boy, if you were smart, you'd think with your head and not with your heart." Rosalee, the songbird cries far away up in the sky. Rosalee, the songbird flies to my love, my love will never die. So every day for the next year I wrote you letters to you, my dear. But I don't know where you are, so my letters never got that far. Rosalee, the songbird cries far away up in the sky. Rosalee, the songbird flies to my love, my love will never die. I begged your papa to give me a clue how I could send these letters off to you. He said, "Boy, by the count of 3, you best be far away from me." Rosalee, the songbird cries far away up in the sky. Rosalee, the songbird flies to my love, my love will never die. Now many years have gone by, and I'll never understand how I did your papa wrong. Instead of letters, I'll send you this song. Rosalee, the songbird cries far away up in the sky. Rosalee, the songbird flies to my love, my love will never die. You've got a man and family, too, while I'll pine away for you. So I'll whisper every word of those letters to this here songbird. |
When Wednesday Begins to Suck Monday is the one day that always seems to come on the tail of a Sunday no matter where you're from. Tuesday is whose day to fish the dishes from the sink? Still a mess from the weekend. Better get another drink. Well, I can't complain or feel ashamed. The feeling has no name and you feel the same. Wednesday is my day, but it never used to suck. You screwed it up with your cowardice and my lack of luck. Thursday is her day, but you took that from her, too. You swung your bat for the fences, but forgot to follow through. Well, I can't complain or feel ashamed. The feeling has no name and you feel the same. Friday is everyone's day. It's the best day of the week. Dig your heels in, raise your hands up, watch my technique. Saturday never mattered anyway. We never got that far. When the trouble comes, you'll find me underneath your car. Knight in Shoddy Armor Jane wakes up alone in her bed, while Paul's asleep on the couch. Another day to define the bond between them. He's been hanging out too much. She nudges him awake from the couch. "Hit the streets, and find a job. Buy a suit and a few ties. Throw away those ratty shoes." Jane hits the road to work for the day. She dresses up real nice. Long blue skirt and a matching cardigan. Never wear the same thing twice. She's aware that Paul might sleep all day. But she still loves him anyway. He doesn't ask for much from her. Just some respect at the end of the day. She's brought him home brand new cotton pants, matching shirt, and a belt. He puts them on to appease his loving roommate. He'd do anything for her. He spins around to show her how she's done. Inside he feels like a mess. She wants him to be someone he is not. He gets up the nerve to speak his mind. "I'm your knight in shoddy armor, and I would do most anything. But give me back my tattered sweater. It suits me well and so do you." Le Car The Car The Train The Bus The Plane The Car The Van Your Face Your Hand The Car The Van The Czar The Plan The Girl The Man The Czar The Man You Do What You Can The Czar The Can On the Phone I just need something to hold onto in the middle of the night. After so many conversations, you'd think we'd get it right. I can't do it all alone. I can't do it on the phone. I can't do it by myself. I can't do it all alone. Sometimes it comes easy. There's nothing to it. We just ramble on. Don't have to think how to do it. I can't do it all alone. I can't do it on the phone. I can't do it by myself. I can't do it all alone. If you feel like there's no end in sight, you know you can call on me. And if you're feeling overwhelmed, you know where I'll be. And if you feel you need to go, you can just say good-bye. I think I will understand no need to explain why. I can't do it all alone. I can't do it on the phone. I can't do it by myself. I can't do it all alone. The Big Tickle Clouds. Oh, fingers. Sometimes it's like candy. Sometimes I pretend it's like candy. Oh, but no one -- to be lonely, oh, tender loneliness -- I say no one is like candy. Sandwiches. Fluff. Oh, the Fluff it touches my knife. And I swear. I say, "shit," twice. Oh, but no one -- to be lonely, oh, tender loneliness -- I say no one is like candy. Oh, but no one -- to be lonely, oh, tender loneliness -- I say no one is like candy. except for maybe Famous Amos. Respects Pay your respects for me, one last time. Before I wash away. Before I wash away. |
| Scenes from Tiny Town (2005) | |
 400 Words 1 letter home 400 words except for the postmark from somewhere else. from northwest China to me in Queens 4 weeks passed you know what that means You're on the move. You miss me so. You'll write in 3 weeks. You have to go. 400 Words and each one blue 400 Words 400 Words A picure of you and Chairman Mao red scarf sweaty brow 6 more years and 15 towns paralyzed skates and unpaid clowns The wind carries you home again in forceful fits of the best made plans. 400 Words and each one blue 400 Words 400 Words When you recover from your cruise minor shift to pinks from blues. 400 words and each one pink. Paradise children don't have to think. 400 Words and each one blue 400 Words 400 Words 400 words and each one blue. Sincerely yours, 402. Melissa Molasses Melissa Molasses with the black-framed glasses sweet as tonic and gin and sharp as a pin. Melissa Molasses, you wander aimlessly. If you stop for a second, we'd get on famously. Melissa Molasses, give me the time of day. I struggle for the right words to say. I shudder and quake like some nervous jerk. Melissa Molasses, this could really work. Melissa Molasses, I'll tell you everything. I'd be your Bobby Riggs. You'd be my Billy Jean King. Melissa Molasses, you never knew. That I wrote this song just for you. Melissa Molasses, give me the time of day. I struggle for the right words to say. I shudder and quake like some nervous jerk. Melissa Molasses, this could really work. Melissa Molasses, this is such a tiny town. You're at the top of the list that I keep around. Cart Race Maybe someday, I will meet you half way and we'll take a meeting. but who'll take the minutes? Maybe someday, I will meet you half way just name the place. Just not too far. Maybe you and I could get on the same page. It's not that hard. Folks do it everyday. Maybe someday, I will send you a postcard but you won't read it. My handwriting's so bad. Maybe someday, I will send you a postcard from everywhere that I've been, but you changed your address. Maybe you and I could get on the same page. It's not that hard. Folks do it everyday. Maybe someday, I will drag you away where no one will miss you. Not even your brother. Maybe someday, I will drag you away somewhere out of the city. Where no one can find you. Maybe you and I could get on the same page. It's not that hard. Folks do it everyday. |
Dysfunctional Toe Bite the rock and break your jaw like a thousand headaches before. Pick yourself up off the stoop. You're on your own this time. Rescue me from this witchly curse -- the one I've had forever. When the book is written and the movie made, I will sign the check "Dysfunctional Toe." Your can of worms is far too large to keep inside my chest of drawers. Cure me of this sinking feeling that I've lost all self-control. Wrapped inside a piece of felt at the bottom of your mother's hope chest. When the book is written and the movie made, I will sign the check "Dysfunctional Toe." Empathetic Thumb When you twitch, I twitch. When you burn, I burn. When you moan, I bitch. When you teach, I learn. What you feel, I feel. When you fake, I know what's real. When you fold, I deal. When you hide, I will conceal. When you've won, I'm done. When you've lost, I'm lost. If you feel queer, I'm here. It's all the same for me. If you need help, I'll help. When you scream, I'll yell. You're far too complex for me, but I just can't help myself. When you float, I float. When you sink, I sink. When you dream, I dream. When you stink, I stink. When you die, I will die. When you go, I will come. I will always be your Empathetic Thumb. Day and a Half I will sing my song for a day and a half how I'm free at last. I will sing my song for a day and a half how I'm free at last. Apples Gotta find a place where I can get away. Hoof it back by foot at the end of every day. Turn the lights down low and the heat up high. Forget my cares, lose them all, and the by-and-by. Pour a drink, raise a glass, let my hair down. Cozy up to another scene from Tiny Town. Your dead end is my start. Tiny Town is the place where I can get away. Every night feels just like a Saturday. She's got a black smile and a gentle style. She's got thoughts that only last a little while. Gonna set them up and then I'll knock them down. Turn the page on another scene from Tiny Town. Your dead end is my start. Custis Wunderkind demolition. Animal dissection. Mythical derivation. Overwhelming sensation. Imaginary cliff-diver. Cantakerous middle-liner. Like a stem in the spine of a Humble Pie record. Miss you blindly never there. Thankful capacity. Overheard conversation. Never-endingly symptomatic. Office drama emergency. Walk along the Spout Run Highway. This vowelless text message. Like a stem in the spine of a Humble Pie record. |