I've had strychnine, I thought I was dead I snorted my father and I'm still alive I did it because that's how it is done I'm the same as everyone, just
Every moment to count in the living judgment day Life to live shall not be a burden carried on shoulders The long mystic trial, the dreams leave the dust
Memories of Crescent City Wednesday nights at the Rock-n-Bowl On the bandstand there is Snooks and guitar Pure gasoline for the soul Take me back to
Continental motion certainty, the merciful wheels Where the living are living on solvents and ashes Time chain of loneliness, half tone rebellions Nomadic
Smoke fills the dreams of the live gone lonely Wait in line, pay the man you might see John Barleycorn make his way among the dirty diamonds Shared ground
Wake up to the Biddle Street blues Can't shake the news All the way to the big dome They're trying The intrigues of the new royalty And the believers
It's a full throttle train, an existential bane It's only grays and blues when nothing else matters It takes a strong will to keep it caged and still
April 27, 1865 the worst American Disaster of the maritime No one knows the count of lives lost The soldiers, civilians and the sisters of charity $5
Shots are filled and boredom killed The last chance purple of dawn Pagan roads and catacombs Lost on the way to the heart Bar souls and shifty eyes Grievances
Who'll work the assembly line? Who'll pull the freight on time? Who'll work the all night haul? Who'll explain it all when the wheels don't move? Bigger
say When you're lost in folly, out of luck in the worst way Love is a fog and you stumble every step you make The dust of daylight holds you down and
So much promise with so much pain Surveying eyes overloaded again No signs to follow and the road is dark 16 miles out of Denver was slow 2000 markers
