#AmericanWriters
Oh they won’t let us show it at th… They think we’re gonna grab it if… And they won’t let us show it at t… But you can show it in your parlor… You can show it at a party with yo…
Oh they’re testing the bomb as I’… They say not to worry cause nothin… They’re testing the bomb as I’m s… They say not to worry cause nothin…
There´s a shadow on the sun I se… Kiss it away, Kiss it away And there´s hurt down deep inside… Kiss it away, Kiss it away All the hard times we been through
The hard coal’s called bituminous, Or is that anthracite? Stalactites grow down from caves, Or do I mean stalagmites? Those fluffy clounds are nimbus -
Unwind my mind oh baby drain my br… Unscrew my head take a part of my… Scrape away the pain and start all… I tell you baby I don’t understan… While you’re lookin’ at the pictur…
Barbara’s eyes are blue as azure, But she is in love with Freddy. Karen’s sweet, but Harry has her. Gentle Jane is going steady. Carol hates me. So does May.
She had to die. This Omoo knew. He also knew he could not kill her… Not even try to kill her. Those eyes. Would look at him. No…
My dad gave me one dollar bill 'Cause I’m his smartest son, And I swapped it for two shiny qu… 'Cause two is more than one! And then I took the quarters
There’s a light on in the attic. Though the house is dark and shutt… I can see a flickering flutter, and I know what it’s about. I can see it from the outside,
There is a place where the sidewal… And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and… And there the sun burns crimson br… And there the moon-bird rests from…
I used to be a prancer a one-eyed song and dancer But eyes for true romance I didn’t even try I’d get’em and forget’em
Birds are flyin’ south for winter. Here’s the Weird-Bird headin’ nor… Wings a-flappin’, beak a-chatterin… Cold head bobbin’ back 'n’ forth. He says, 'It’s not that I like ic…
How many slams in an old screen do… Depends how loud you shut it. How many slices in a bread? Depends how thin you cut it. How much good inside a day?
She fumbles and stumbles And falls down the stairs, Makes love to the leg of the dinin… She’s ready for animals, women or… She’s doing Quaaludes again.
My beard grows down to my toes, I never wears no clothes, I wraps my hair Around my bare, And down the road I goes.