of drunk reverie
saw him escorted out of a mets game
on network t.v.
kept his head in the clouds
with any cheap high he could cull
in his cancered impala
and his hog shirts
and his head tapes played dull
he lived in a company house
in the pardeesville woods
with a stir crazy dog
and a graveyard of old "jimmy" hoods
sudays we'd run for his stash
at the new york state line
that summer when moments of
circumstance altered like wine
(chorus)
this is f
Everything You Want lyrics


The shame is in the greed
No, no

The distance of being just out of reach
Is taking its effect on me
Why do I feel the needs of guilty tendencies
Eating away at who I used to want to be
Caught up in the trap
or the man
this is for the days that we killed
was it my wind of change
or just a breeze at the top of the hill
he didn't talk the gold ring
he just schemed for a skeleton key
but when you think you met thunder
you only see what your head wants to see
he threw back-mountain parties
five deep at the "well"
with his girlfriend, louise, who'd get lit
and tell us all "go to hell"
then he'd get liquored up
and throw me his keys and yell "drive"
with him and louise in the back
doin' "
A-List Actress lyrics

Roll film

Sweat out heart
Perfect for the part
Part of me for all to see
I've blocked this scene
In everynight's dream
Camera cuts to close up
A-list actress
Messing up my line
Every time
Beautif
american pie"
he'd talk of out west over beer
and the garbage that we ate
'bout the punk band he'd managed
in phoenix in '78
i was this kid of sixteen the enamored
impressionable kind
in the poetic pull of the passion
of life with the lines
(chorus)
he just disappeared that mid-august
not even a shout
then i red in the new that september
that his time had run out
how he tried to outrun a state trooper
down 93 south
a charge of possession is why he fled
said word of mouth
the pap
American Made lyrics

Give me some antiseptic
To wash this headache away
Give me a syringe
To inject the pain
Give me something pretty I hope I'll never be
I'd rather be creepy and very strange
Give me a cake that I can mix and bake
I
er said nothin' was left
but the seats and the frame
and i read in the write-up
for the first time his real name;
birthplace unknown, not from nowhere
no close family
just a wild running river
that cut it too fast to the sea
i still raise a glass once a year
on the night that he died
though hindsight says
he only let me believe that we'd ride
lord, he still taps a vein in my mind
like a summer rain cools
long after that river ran dry
and reality ruled
(chorus 2x)
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