Me and This is so fucking weird It's [Incomprehensible] more
I search your profile for a translation I study the conversation like a map 'Cause I know there is strength in the differences between us And I know there
Amazing grace How sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me I once was lost But now I'm found I was blind but now I see It was grace that taught My
Manhattan is an island Like the women who are Surrounded by children in a car Surrounded by cars Or Manhattan was a project That projected the worst
I cannot name this I cannot explain this And I really don't want to Just call me shameless I can't even slow this down Let alone stop this And I keep
Emancipated minor Well directed, brilliantly casted Riding a Greyhound down to the city With her fake I.D. and a hell of a little hand basket Little
Hey little bag of sugar floating in your biosphere Summon the courage to put down your landing gear And come out here 'Cause I am as exhausted as a drowning
Lately I've been glaring into mirrors picking myself apart You'd think at my age I'd thought of something better to do Than making insecurity into a full
your body forshortened below your shoulders your face so close it's out of focus way down the hallway comes the sound of your shoes this is when I think
In the jukebox of her memory The list of names flips by and stops She closes her eyes And smiles as the record drops Then she drinks herself up and out
I could sing you 'round a pole I could talk you up a tree But when it comes to what really matters You are way more clever than me I know I wanted to
I will not stand immersed In this ultra violent curse I won't let you make a tool of me I will keep my mind and body free Bye, bye, minutiae Of the day
The glory of the atom begs a reverent word The primary design of the whole universe Yeah, let us sing its praises, let us bow our heads in prayer At the
I'll tell you what there is plenty wrong with me But I fixed up a few old buildings and I planted a few trees And children seem to like me and animals
I don't mind waiting in line, no, no I don't mind if the bills pile up and the work is slow I don't mind the gas or the groceries or the grind Long as
One, two One, two, three, four Well, the heat is so great It plays tricks with the eye It turns the road into water And then from water to sky And there
I will not lie down On the wrongful groundwork laid While it's still a radical sound Just to call a spade a spade Dear friends, women and men Please
You start tripping And I start slipping away I was taught to zip it If I got nothing nice to say And down in the Texas of my heart Driving a really big