I’ve been stuck here in this town, if you could call it that, a year or two / I never do what I’m supposed to do / I don’t even need a name anymore / When no one calls it out, it kinda vanishes away / No one gives a damn about the things I […]

The moon is yellow silver / Oh the things that summer brings / It’s a love you’d kill for / And all the world is green / He is balancing a diamond / On a blade of grass / The dew will settle on our graves / When all the world is green (Tom Waits)

My neighbors all see me stumblin’ home / They c’n see there’s somethin’ perty bad wrong / They hear me singin’ th’ wrong kinda song / Just ‘cause my bed’s been empty too long (Words by Woody Guthrie, Music by Yim Yames)