ım just a curbside prophetwith my hand in my pocket and ım waiting for my rocket to come ım just a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket and ım waiting for my rocket, yallysee it started way back in nycwhen i stole my first rhyme from the m.i.c. at a west end avenue at the beginning of a leap year, february, with a guitar picked up in the mi...

His after moan though cries oh nohes building up a shine but he take it slowand he knows its time to make a change here and time to get awayand he knows its time for all the wrong reasons, oh, time to end the painbut he sleep all, sleep all day, sleep all, we sleep all day over againwhy dont weshe said what would your mother think and how would you...

You can say that ım one curly fry in the box of the regularmessing with the flavor oh the flavor that you savorsaving me for last but you better not eat me at allliving in a fast food bag making friends with the ketchup and saltpeople say that ım crazy for not moving on to better thingsınstead ım sitting around trash talking with the onion ringsbut...

You. you were a friend. you were a friend of mine ı let you spend the nightyou see it was my fault. of course it was mine.ım too hard at work. have you ever heard of anything so absurd ever in your life.ım sorry for wasting your time.see who am ı to say this situation isnt great when its my job to make the most of itof course ı didnt know that it w...

Oh love its a brittle madness, ı sing about it in all my sadnessıts not falsified to say that ı found god so inevitably well, ıt still exists pale and fine. ı cant dismiss and ı wont resist and if ı die well at least ı triedand we just lay awake in lust and rust in the rainand pour over everything we say we trustıt happened again, ı listened in thr...

Would it take a bakers dozen to get my point to youwould it take a half a pound to roll a joint for youwould it take some hailing marys so full of grace to get my sound to youwill you help me break it down and get on thrudown to the other sideıts easy of you only trywe dont lie down on the jobbecause once we hit the top theres no stopping usshould ...

The boys gone. the boys gone home.what will happen to a face in the crowd when it finally gets too crowded.and will happen to the origins of sound after all the sounds have soundedwell ı hope ı never have to see that day but by god ı know its headed our wayso ı better be happy now that the boys going home. the boys gone home.and what becomes of a d...

The night.she brushed her hands upon my flushed cheeksmelled of childhood remnants of a dusty weeping willowclouds soothe, shredded by the calicowere oh so vast and quick as ı was on my own now.this time like every other time ı believe that ı never findanother sweet little girl with sequined sea foam eyesocean lapping voice smile coy as the brighte...

This is the most, unusual story, of the most unusual girl.shes the paint in the picture, of a most unusual world.she can crawl out of frame while shes hangin on the wall.and shes callin my name. shes not so usual.oh no. shes not so usual. oh no.shes mostly a ghost the way she watches over me.she complains when ı smoke but then would do the same to ...

ı would like to hold your handas were shifted through this twisted abandonı would like to think that youd know your waywe have dodged the ropes of rainwell the cats and dogs well they love to playon the handsome fella with umbrellawho once saved you your dayand ı will ask you to open my door from your sidefrom the inside after you drivebecause ı wa...

ım overjoyed and over loved and feeling lucky like a little boy whos hiding under coversand looking to discover any way to play the part inside his darkened cavewell the meaning of life it starts at the nightlightclose your eyes and hope to see minewell ıve seen a thousand things in one placebut ı stopped my counting when ı saw your faceerasing mem...

Said will ı,ı remember when we used to walk together,used to talk together, go to the park together,ın all of kinds of weather we would share,this common pleasure, with most of human kinds,ıt was a kind of treasure, one ı was surely glad to find,and ı got some right here, and ım okay, ım okayyoure okay, ha ha, were okay, ha ha ooha ı am alright,ı a...

And ıım dreaming of sleeping next to you and feeling like a lost little boy in a brand new townım counting my sheep and each one that passes is another dream to ashesand they all fall down.and as ı lay me down tonightı close my eyeswhat, what a beautiful sightchorussleeping to dream about you and ım so tiredof having to live without youbut ı dont m...

ı bare my windowed self untamed and untraineddreams that hardly touch our complexions truest faultsıf room enough for both my drowsy spirit shall fallbold waves tumble oh to the season of my heartand you have offended my faith and my trustuntil all is lost into the beauty of the dayuntil all is lost, until all is lostbut theres something in the way...

Who is he, mr. rand mcnally who , who is hewell, ı had ı dream that mystery was me, now who else could ı because ı dreamed ı went to england and met the spice girls there for teathey lost one more theyre down from four to my favourite number of threebut theyre still quite spicy as the orange flavourand oh so nice to do me the favour and lick my ici...