a crowded room some shallow club in L.A. trying to talk over the music like there's anything to say he turns to me and says "people are more real
Well I can't blame the rain for all of my pain and I can't blame the clouds and I can't blame the sky or be jealous of the birds that fly does
If I will not eat a cow. . . If a Bible's in my house If I spend my days in prayer If a veil covers my head If I make the floor my bed What does
When times are the worst you see who you've got you know what is real and you find out what is not I thought I had something but now I hurt so bad
on cherry road house 1202 there's an interesting woman who paints male nudes she spreads their legs til it's almost crude and she paints a full frontal
(Joan Baez) In my heart I will wait By the stony gate And the little one In my arms will sleep. Every rising of the moon Makes the years grow late And
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: (Joan Baez) In my heart I will wait By the stony gate And the little one In my arms will sleep. Every rising of the moon Makes the years grow late
: (T. Ashley) I'm a gonna leave here Monday morning Oh, I'm a gonna leave here Monday morning Oh, I'm a gonna leave here Monday morning Oh, I never
: We made our way slowly down the path that led to the stream, Swaying slightly, Drunk on the sun, I suppose. It was a real summer's day. The air humming
(T. Ashley) I'm a gonna leave here Monday morning Oh, I'm a gonna leave here Monday morning Oh, I'm a gonna leave here Monday morning Oh, I never expect
We made our way slowly down the path that led to the stream, Swaying slightly, Drunk on the sun, I suppose. It was a real summer's day. The air humming