Nama nova godina ništa nije donela
Stuck in a time when
my mind came out my mouth
KLFM
community radio
They laughed at me in New York City
Called me a fool in L.A
I doubt that Nashville saw me coming
Besides the bar folks working late
Punk songs, I thought that they were different
I thought that they could end
No, no it was a deception
The number of tears and the number of beers
Were dried out and uncounted for a number of years
Into your eyes where the moonlight swims
Kid, you better look around
How long you think that you can
Run that body down?
How many nights you think you can
Do what you been doin’?
My brothers gather round me, they see me when I’m down
Chewed into shape like a stone on the shore
But if there was lightning in me
You’d know who it was for
With his eyes on the TV
And his three points on the home team
Gin in his blood from a lifetime in front of some barkeep.
Jokes in his head to break up the ice at the parties
A whole lifetime trying to find someone to laugh
After the death of the punchline.
Love Songs on the Radio
The lamb can wander from the flock
In shopping malls and parking lots
Sometimes the shepherd brings him back
Some nights the wheels just spin
Sometimes the mind, for reasons we don’t necessarily understand, just decides to go to the store for a quart of milk.(and never comes back)
Well, he cursed all the roads and the oil men
And he cursed the automobile
Said; “This is no place for an hombre like I am
In this new world of asphalt and steel.”
How it feels when we fall, when we fold?
Modern girls always have to go
Old-fashioned men always want a mistress
Modern girls always get their way
Modern men dream of what they can’t say
Right? Right? Right? Right? Right?
I don’t belong
Devil makes his money on the small moves
Sometimes, we remember our bedrooms
And our parents’ bedrooms
And the bedrooms of our friends
Then we think of our parents
Well what ever happened to them?
I’m faking my own death so I can get some rest, I know I thought of everything, at last twice!
And I was drawing crazy pictures and before I was done
The pictures started pulsing like an alien lung
And I said “oh my god this is just begun”
And it was twelve more hours before I was done
We were up on the rooftop and I’ll tell you the truth
I was convinced I’d already fallen off of the roof
And these weird metal things rolling around in outta space
Were teleporting me from place to place
The last time I did acid I went insane
I wish you’d say goodbye the next time you go
Drew you a picture to remember
Threw it on the fire like a piece of pine
I pictured you mad
And I pictured you cold
Pictured you mean
And I pictured you bold
