Lights on the bridges and a smokestack far away Smoke turns to indigo in the ending business day The taxicabs' assault on the potholed asphalt They parry
Your heart is a refrigerator car It's cold and it never waits Frozen breath and frostbite Stacked, unopen crates You never loved your frozen freight
Zephyr through the awning shadow Star-like glimpse upon the weeping leaves Rest yourself my weeping widow With the your news of grave defeat With the
It's a funny way to tell you baby, What could I do? I've been talkin to the preacher, And he sent me to you. There's a penny on the sidewalk, But you
Moonlight through the chicken wire, humming window pane Lukewarm water gasping down a rusty drain Big town's in need of mending, street lights make tooth
Yeah my baby, she's so fine She give my scrambled eggs with a glass of wine She give me breakfast in bed Yeah mama, breakfast in bed She give me juice
Oh, it's you, I love the things you do To make me blue Oh, it's true, I love the things you do To make me blue To make me blue To make me blue To make
Cleopatra's favorite cat Got his hands on Caesar's spats The heat was on as you could see So he front 'em to Mark Antony Said, "My girlfriend's cat is
This cop that the robber is thinkin' of Stole his heart and they fell in love They was makin' love at the scene of the crime Drinkin' a gram of gin with
You trampled on my poor boy feet tonight Oh, you trampled on my poor boy feet tonight You got me out on the edge of the universe Tossin' out the darts
Well, if you go down to deep elem put your money in your pants, 'cause the women in deep elem show you a brand new dance. I said, woah sweet mama, your
Let me illuminate my interpretation Which I will try to serve with an illustration All the beasts in the woods Bare their fangs and peddle goods Let
You came to stay a long time ago It was my wild Your special touch My mind's been busted up My feelings like rocks nowhere to run Been out of touch Yeah
Well you think there's a problem with your sink But your baby been lookin' in the pink I said your drain been clogged for quite a while But there's something
If your man done got you down Shoot his ass If your man's been running around Shoot his ass If your man just drives you crazy If he's dumb or mean or
Night's the garden wall Evening's a creeping vine And our fingers are woven Into stanzas that rhyme The thunder is such a fright And the sky is a cloth
You said the price was final, But you're willing to haggle I fold my arms and wait for you, But you treat me like the rabble. 'cause I thought it was
What happens as these rare strange beautiful, beautiful objects stray the ached earth? Perhaps they whisper more readily from the shoulder of motherhood