every song smoking drinking partying with

monuments of song returned to life in my hands records from dead men

THE ARTIST constantly trying to get somewhere he

i watch her lips purse around the top end of a cock… sucking up the last drops of a Can… setting the glass arm’s length awa… she lets the bartender see we need…

i didn’t call her because i felt like being alone and celebratory sex wasn’t going t… to validate another year of suffer… another notch in the belt

sobering up is a lot like waking up you don’t really remember your dre… but you know they were more exciti… than this

where every man has gone before and i don’t think i’ll be too far… but still it’s too bad that we couldn’t make… it’s too bad that we ever fell fro…

what she says has gravity a truth that pulls you closer to t… brings your feet to meet the earth… in your own shoes and see that the toe is starting t…

for all the good of the day she sought the places where youths did play a few kind words to say a light to make her darkness grey

we are all worth more than the bread crumbs they throw u… minimum wages

when at war for so long peace becomes an awkward conflict so you keep fighting

it’s there when nothing else is but the radio and a near crippling… it climbs around on the walls and… hissing like a poisonous lizard th… you cut the tips of your fingers a…

squandered precious gifts laid down for worthless fortunes when men turn soldier

let’s say you’re trying to go somewhere who isn’t? but let’s say you never get there

trust me i am a moth and there is light ahead i would not lead you into absolute… i would not take you into perpetua…