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Sleep on your back
And ash in your shoes
And always use the old sense of the words
Your third drink will lead you astray

Pain works on a sliding scale
So does pleasure in a candy jail
True love doesn't come around any more than fate allows on a Monday in Ft. Lauderdale
I came all this way to see your grave
To see your life as written paraphrased
I have tried be it is written in the furnace of affliction
This is what you couldn’t face

They don't walk
They don't talk in Malibu
They don't vote
They don't even smoke, I know you're blue

I know you're blue
I know you're blue

No I don't really want to die
I only want to die in your eyes
I'm still here below the chandelier
Where they always used to read us our rights

I want to wander through the night
As a figure in the distance even to my own eye
Have you ever rented a room?

Like like the the the death
Air crickets air crickets air crickets air crickets air

Mother and child with magazine
Into a story, into a dream
Why is there something instead of nothing
And how is the asking built into the hunting?

I'm scared (I swear) of you. In the tunnel, in the darkness,
The darkest walls of blue, there's beasts & ther's men
& there's something on this earth that comes back again:
Alpha...delta....gamma... everybody's smoked
You can't say that my soul has died away(x2) There's trouble
In the hall & trouble up the stairs & trouble in the trouble
That's troubling the air. Please don't say that my
Soul has died away.

Everybody wants perspective from a hill
But everybody's wants can't make it past a window sill
I can see you in your room at night
Pictures on your walls
Little forest scenes and high school Halloweens
But they don't come to you
They don't come to you at all

In 1984 I was hospitalized for approaching perfection.
Slowly screwing my way across Europe, they had to make a correction.
Broken and smokin' where the infrared deer plunge in the digital snake.
I tell you, they make it so you can't shake hands when they make your hands shake.

I know you like to line dance, everything so democratic and cool,
But baby there's no guidance when random rules.

Planes on the downtown skyline is a sight to see for some
It ought to make a few reputation in the cult of number one
While these seconds turn these minutes into hours of the day
All these doubles drive the dollars and the light of day away

Suffering jukebox, such a sad machine
You're all filled up with what other people need
And they never seem to turn you up loud

I saw the river playing in the valley
Rushin' 'round the bend and skippin' stones
I saw the meadow wobble in the moonlight
I've come to get my girl and take her home

Her doorbell plays a bar of Stephen Foster
Her sister never left and look what it cost her
We're gonna live in Nashville and I'll make a career

I wrote a letter to a wildflower
on a classic nitrogen afternoon.
Some power that hardly looked like power
said I'm only perfect in an empty room.

Four dogs in the distance
each stands for a kindness.
Bluebirds lodged in an evergreen altar...

Troubles, no troubles
On the line
And I can't stand to see you
I can't stand to see you
When you're crying at home

Scotch and penicillin
Please try Carlton