mine who eased his pain by killing not letting it kill him. when you wake up you won't remember anything. but that night the ghosts wailed in the windstorm
misleading utterings shadow boxer right hook mood swings my endurance test i coughed and bled and caught my breath tender in a burning sense the way
hey brother can you spare the time? skin and bones that's melting in a backwards way to grow. out of heart and out of mind, and kiss me in the rearview
we throw out our bodies on the fire and we die, settle into ashes as the flames keep piling high we tossed and spread the kerosene and alcohol, the ethylene
My friend Jimmy works on the Union Pacific line. Passed me a line about 9 AM and since then I been feeling fine. Passed a fifth of Old Kentucky in his
our trip had ended i didn't know what I had to do who really cares at all we had to get away somehow we settled on a place where the open road had closed
me and martha plimpton in an elevator her golden labrador kissed my index finger two in the morning summer saturated i'd been drinking and it'd been
another day chock full of choices of things to hate another forehead, cobwebby, dull, throbbing, almost pain ... another obstrusive reminder of things
i work on belmont, but i live in wicker park all my friends are bartenders in all the coolest bars my girlfriend's in the coolest band that you've ever
[whistle] [assorted cowboy calls] ALRIGHT! Well I shot a man in Louisville about one year ago He was looking at me cock-eyed and I guess it goes to
so, i think i know what I'll be doing today. passing thoughts of exercise while i laugh in the face of good health. stakes get raised, harder to wake
another senseless week of crowded thoughts and crooked teeth morning frost and frozen sidewalks all those days that burn inside us swell up in the silence
Tired of these drunken evenings Listening to my staggered breathing Nowhere to fall back in but to sleep You're beautiful in dreams Where words pour
walking dead on two burned feet do you have anything left to say to me? from barber chairs and baseball gloves to calling names and slaps and drugs from
with a light of this match i could burn this place to the ground then fire engines'd scream down crowded streets onto the scene and then i'd make it
