for smith:
lets get lost, little one
(in the) twilight,
drive all over town in
st. ides heaven, single
file with a passing feeling
(you) look over my shoulder,
don’t go down (my) shooting
star.
color bars bled white,
a question mark, happiness?
the white lady loves you more
The Biggest Lie.
going nowhere, all cleaned out
riot coming, better be quiet now
(my)angel in the lost and found
don’t go. don’t go
snow (falls)
down
high times go by, going
nowhere down memory lane
coming up
roses between the bars
(pictures of me)
pretty, ugly before; cupid’s trick
tomorrow, tomorrow whatever
no name No. 5.
oh well, okay
bottle up and explode!
2:45am Last call
(but) i didn’t understand last hour
everything means nothing to me.
angeles (now) a
needle in the hay, a fond farewell
don’t
go
down
but i’m gonna love you anyhow.
love, mm
