He’s no relation to me at all
I just see words
Never give the tattoo guy your grocery list
I had plenty of dots
I just had to connect them
Perhaps we overplayed our cards
A storm would soon break
But I never stopped wondering
Let’s hear it for the little birds
There was a curious light in the salon
Our lives were quiet there
But you don’t have houses
They were knocked down
We do not live in palaces
I used to find myself daydreaming
The reality was very different
We need to buy a tortoise
I know a vulture with a conscience
No locksmith can open that door
There was a sadness in the stillness of dusk
It didn’t add up to much of a life
His math let him down again
I can haunt you as good as any ghost
Fair is foul, and foul is fair
Hover through the fog and filthy air
A likeable but moody man
Now we’re going to get in trouble
I was hoping you hadn’t noticed
She had a bruise on her face
From here you can see everything
It’s not a song. It’s more like a story
Life forces enough final decisions on us
Life is a long way
The scientific life is fraught with peril
Now it is the time of night
And the wolf behowls the moon
These bloggers are an angry bunch
He had large hands
He had built cyclotrons
No one notices, but it is exactly right
This was no flower hidden in a rose
Maybe the camera was his shield
I used to sing in a choir
I know how to sing
This princess of pure white
I wonder if the lion be to speak
When fishes flew and forests walked
And ears like errant wings
I said silent, silent rage
I’m too young to be tattooed
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