A singer must die for the lie in his voice.
And I thank you, I thank you for doing your duty,
you keepers of truth, you guardians of beauty.
Your vision is right, my vision is wrong,
I'm sorry for smudging the air with my song.
"It is not length of life, but depth of life." ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
I ran out crying and you followed me out into the streets
Braced myself for the goodbye, cause that's all Ive ever known
then you took me by surprise
you said I'll never leave you alone
you said I remember how we felt sitting by the water
"Sentiment without action is the ruin of the soul." - Edward Abbey
"In those days I, Daniel, was mourning three full weeks. I ate no pleasant food, no meat or wine came into my mouth, nor did I anoint myself at all, till three whole weeks were fulfilled." Daniel 10:2-3
She goes low on the seats when she gets high in her car
She looks shallow but she's neck deep in the steamy dreams of the guys along the harbor bars
She's pulling out her shirttails and she's jacking up her socks
Stern and stoned and confident, coming up towards the jukebox
Born into the only songs that everybody finally sings along
B-1 is for the good girls and it's "Only The Good Die Young"
C-9 is for the making eyes, it's "Paradise By The Dashboard Light"
B12 is for the speeders and D4 is for the lovers
And the hard drugs are for the bartenders and the kitchen workers and the bartender's friends
And they're playing it again