i think about her at least once every day i think about all the different st… that i could take to get to her ho…
when she wants only to see the heavens choke patience lost in all things
so I am supposed to divulge enough… for someone to make an informed de… and certainly it is understood tha… for a while it’s the decorum of crazy
what I love about this country is the jazz and the blues and
incredible love making will turn wolves into pups bears, cubs again and icy hearts melt to a puddle
black shirts worn at day they spoke mostly of music bonded by the odd
he came out of the New Orleans shadows first went the grocer and
Once I was a psychopath who took quite a shine to his ax. Many times I’d leave a blood bath… but meticulously clean, and particularly keen,
visceral were the nights we stood… each of us armed with an instrumen… and hearts that beat like tempos we put on a show but we weren’t put-ons
he remembers the grapes as they would vine through his blo… like galaxies looking for a home welcomed with a kiss from his alwa… stars tickled his heart
monuments of song returned to life in my hands records from dead men
as summer wanes a chill comes about the air darkness replaces sunlight and the leaf loses it’s grasp upon… it cannot be blamed for its fall
sipping cocktails in a dark corner… lit with cigarettes and neon we edged ourselves closer to the end of our stools to the end of our drinks
i love music i know everyone does but i really do nothing can soothe me as much as
the way mom and aunt kim would get… when the video would come on mtv i thought “that’s the life for me” singing for the working class
