• Speaking in Lyrics

Posted: **Thu Oct 26, 2017 5:19 pm**

And they said that the end of that road I was on
Was somewhere between Jennings and Jones

Posted: **Thu Nov 09, 2017 7:07 pm**

Everyone I've ever known has wished me well
Anyway that's how it seems, it's hard to tell
Maybe people only ask you how you're doing
'Cause that's easier than letting on how little they could care

Posted: **Sat Nov 11, 2017 11:41 pm**

But f you've got a real friend somewhere
Suddenly all the others are so much easier to bare

Posted: **Tue Jan 16, 2018 5:26 pm**

The window's dirty
The mattress stinks
This ain't no place to be a man
Ain't got no future
Ain't got no past
And I don't think I ever can.

The floor is filthy
The walls are thin
The wind in howling in my face
The rats are peeling
I'm loosing ground
Can't seem to join the human race.

I'm living in a shithole
Don't want to stay in this shithole
Don't want to die in this shithole
Girl, get me out of this shithole.

I rode the jet stream
I hit the top
I'm eating steak and lobster tails
The sauna's drafty
The pool's too hot
The kitchen stinks of boiling snails.

The tax man's coming
The butler quit
This ain't no place to be a man
I'm going back to where I started
I'm flashing back into my pan.

It's better in a shithole
You know where you stand in a shithole
Folks lend a hand in a shithole
Girl, get me back to my shithole

Posted: **Tue Mar 13, 2018 5:55 pm**

all my friends are heathens and black angels

Posted: **Tue Mar 20, 2018 2:38 pm**

A tall shadow dressed
the way that secrets always dress
when they want everyone to know
that they're around.
Comes leaning in, whispering:
"My friend over there
don't know what she's talking about."

Did you really believe?
Come on, did you really believe
that everyone makes it out?

Posted: **Thu Mar 22, 2018 10:39 am**

In fact I learned how
to make a living
out of making mistakes

Besides you got such pretty eyes
for a snake

I'm still lookin' for them eyes ...

Posted: **Fri Mar 23, 2018 8:51 am**

Then I saw black and my face flashed in the sky

Posted: **Fri Mar 23, 2018 3:47 pm**

He tried to do his best, but he could not.

Posted: **Sat Mar 24, 2018 7:38 pm**

I don't care if it rains
Let's all go to the bar

Posted: **Sat Mar 24, 2018 10:20 pm**

I've been playing shows out west with no guarantee
That anybody's ever gonna give a damn about me
I made enough last night to fill that tank up one more time
And pulling into Hotel Amarillo with a bottle of wine

Posted: **Sat Mar 24, 2018 10:27 pm**

I sit out by the highway and I hear those big CATs growl
Where the quail gonna fly to, where are the rabbits gonna run
I watch em tear it all to hell what used to be my church
They're tearing up my grandpa's land
They're treatin my grandpa's land like dirt

Posted: **Fri Apr 27, 2018 8:17 pm**

We are played for suckers all the time
Phony rock and roll
It's a crime

Posted: **Thu May 31, 2018 5:24 pm**

They say that patriotism is the last refuge
To which a scoundrel clings
Steal a little and they throw you in jail
Steal a lot and they make you king
There's only one step down from here, baby
It's called the land of permanent bliss
What's a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this?

Posted: **Thu Jun 14, 2018 1:29 pm**

Sometimes I throw off a good one--
Least I think it is.
No, I know it is.
I shouldn't be thinking at all.
I shouldn't be thinking at all.

Maybe I'm doing it wrong.
Maybe I'm doing it wrong.
I don't think I'm gettin'
What everyone's gettin'.
Maybe I'm doing it wrong.

Posted: **Thu Jun 14, 2018 3:48 pm**

i didn't recognize any from this page.

Posted: **Mon Jun 18, 2018 8:45 pm**

When did The Land of the Free become The Home of the Afraid?
Afraid of the world, afraid of the truth
Afraid of each other

This ain't the country my grandfather fought for
But I still see the hate he fought against.
Give rest to the tired, give mercy to the poor
Give warmth to the huddled masses
And I'll show you freedom.

Posted: **Tue Jun 19, 2018 8:50 am**

schlanky wrote:When did The Land of the Free become The Home of the Afraid?
Afraid of the world, afraid of the truth
Afraid of each other

This ain't the country my grandfather fought for
But I still see the hate he fought against.
Give rest to the tired, give mercy to the poor
Give warmth to the huddled masses
And I'll show you freedom.

Good one.

Posted: **Tue Jun 19, 2018 9:05 am**

So, every time the curtain falls
Every time the curtain falls on some forgotten life
It is because we all stood by, silent and indifferent
It's normal

Posted: **Tue Jun 19, 2018 3:48 pm**

Give me your hungry, your tired, your poor, I'll piss on 'em
that's what the Statue of Bigotry says
Your poor huddled masses, let's club 'em to death
and get it over with and just dump 'em on the boulevard

Posted: **Thu Jun 21, 2018 5:17 pm**

Living in the wasteland of the free
Where the poor have now become the enemy
Let's blame our troubles on the weak ones
Sounds like some kind of Hitler remedy
Living in the wasteland of the free

Posted: **Thu Jun 21, 2018 6:06 pm**

People of America!
I bring you a great army
To preserve peace
In our empire
Throw them to the lions
Darling, let us go to the banouet hall...
There will be a great feast tonight!
Who are these Christians?
What is this strange religion?
I've heard it said they turn the other cheek
Ha ha ha ha
Throw them to the lions
Throw them to the lions
Throw them to the lions
Thumbs down
10 pieces of gold for every man
Hail Caesar! Hail Caesar!

Posted: **Thu Jun 21, 2018 6:11 pm**

John A Arkansawyer wrote:People of America!
I bring you a great army
To preserve peace
In our empire
Throw them to the lions
Darling, let us go to the banouet hall...
There will be a great feast tonight!
Who are these Christians?
What is this strange religion?
I've heard it said they turn the other cheek
Ha ha ha ha
Throw them to the lions
Throw them to the lions
Throw them to the lions
Thumbs down
10 pieces of gold for every man
Hail Caesar! Hail Caesar!

Now there’s a song I haven’t heard in ages. Gonna have to bust out that album

Posted: **Tue Jun 26, 2018 5:41 pm**

They ordained the Trumps
and then he got the mumps
and died being treated at Mt. Sinai
And my best friend Bill
died from a poison pill
some wired doctor prescribed for stress
My arms and legs are shrunk
the food all has lumps
They discovered some animal no one's ever seen
It was an inside trader eating a rubber tire
after running over Rudy Giuliani
They say the President's dead
but no one can find his head
It's been missing now for weeks
But no one noticed it
he has seemed so fit
and I'm Sick of it

Posted: **Thu Jun 28, 2018 3:34 pm**

From the splinter in the hand to the thorn in the heart
To the shotgun to the head
You got no choice but to learn to glean solace from pain
Or you'll end up cynical or dead

Posted: **Sat Jul 28, 2018 11:24 am**

The catcher hits for .318 and catches every day
The pitcher puts religion first and rests on holidays
He goes into cathedrals and lies prostrate on the floor
He knows the drink affects his speed he's praying for a doorway
Back into the life he wants and the confession of the bench
Life outside the diamond is a wrench

I wish that you were here with me to pass the dull weekend
I know it wouldn't come to love, my heroine pretend
A lady stepping from the songs we love until this day
You'd settle for an epitaph like "Walk Away, Renee"
The sun upon the roof in winter will draw you out like a flower
Meet you at the statue in an hour
Meet you at the statue in an hour

Posted: **Sun Oct 28, 2018 10:06 am**

It all got too damn much for me
Just got too damn rough
And I pushed away my plate
And said boys I've had enough
And I laid upon the table
Another piece of meat
And I opened up my veins to them
And said come on eat

Posted: **Mon Oct 29, 2018 4:35 pm**

His momma back home
Kind of wishes he'd phone,
But his dad hopes he don't call today.
The last time he called
Was some time last fall,
For money, and to beg them to pray.
Well, the Church has his money,
And his clothes are still funny,
And them new shoes ain't even his size.
He used to take acid,
And now he loves God,
But he's still got that look in his eye.

Posted: **Tue Oct 30, 2018 10:37 pm**

All of the girls agreed
That together we could make a rock star out of me
But then we started taking acid
Things really got out of hand, man

I don’t like looking back on those days now
Words we said, clothes we wore
I act crazy when I get asked about
I can’t explain how I can’t explain no more, but

It wasn’t only the Beatles...
We also jammed out to the Moody Blues, man
Lot of music spoke to you back then, man
The music really SPOKE to you back then

Posted: **Thu Jan 17, 2019 1:05 am**

In the future, dogs will be cats, yeah
And in the future, shoes will be hats, yeah
And in the future, wrong will be right
And in the future, you will party all night

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