I passed the thirteenth floor the CPR was so erotic a blizzard blew in through the door and little glowing cum buckets in her ankles
O Dallas you shine with an evil light O Dallas you shine with an evil light How did you turn a billion steers into buildings made of mirrors, and why am I drawn to you tonight?
Once you taste the geometry of a church in a cul-de-sac you're gonna want to sit with the bad kids in the back Cruising down Commerce killing time in the blazing sun Is it true your analyst was a placekicker for the Falcons?
We saw B.B.King on General Hospital in the Oak Cliff dramhounse where we stayed and when Clancy whipped her with his belt buckle he cleaned her cuts and then we prayed O Dallas you shine with an evil light Don't you know that God stays up all night? And how did you turn a billion steers into buildings made of mirrors, and why am I drawn to you tonight?
Watching the makeup girls make out with the mannequins "Hey boys, supper's on me, our record just went aluminum"
Poor as a mouse every morning rich as a cat every night Some kind of strange magic happens when the city turns on her lights
been drinkin' lots of beer and crying to these albums. join me in my spiral down from the cliffs of the days misfortune, on down to the valleys of drunken tears. bring booze.
And when I talked to my friends And found out that you're having fun That you're swallowing life That you're in the sun That you're fucking around You're growing a new one I bellow out my voice I yell out loud I have my shirt off in front of a crowd I tell em about you, and how you're gone.......
But in my lying Don't I have you in my mind the entire time Yeah, I can leave all the places we went But I can't leave without my bones you bent So I hobble along And now it's me who's gone And now it's me who has your fear of opening hearts And all the false starts we could tear apart With this deep gouging biting back With this way that you get all my friends in the sack But whats left? I scream as I look up at night Where the novelty has worn off of your light What gives? and I roll on the ground Who cares? I yell and there's no answering sound And there's nobody around And then my answer was found
i think sometimes this ends up looking like a Tom Waits fan blog, but hey, he's a stud and my favorite artist. i'm gonna post his discography here, no compilations though, straight albums. get wet with this special blend of rugged suaveness you'd find in a southern california trash bend:
