o my completely wrong interpretation
o my original source
o my strings of thunder
o my long and far away
o my lonesome highway night
oh my merrimac scratchings
o
beloved thoughts of deep thunder roads, pulling over in the storm, July in North Carolina.
Late spring frost having taken the apples, as usual.
No one could frighten my friend Cooks;
nothing.
that when no media is playing in iTunes, the window states “Nothing Playing.”
Ever dance with the devil baby? Oh no
Make my day
Do you feel lucky? Oh no
Tomorrow’s another day
Can you walk on water maybe? Oh no
Turn water into wine?
Can I buy you a drink there lady? Oh no
Can you tell me another lie?
So be my Devil Angel
Be my shooting star
Be my Devil Angel
Be my shooting star
Have I seen you somewhere baby? Oh no
I need another line
Are you living the dream there lady? Oh no
Can I tell you what’s inside?
So be my Devil Angel
Be my shooting star
Be my Devil Angel
Be my shooting star
Stop the car there baby! Oh no
You can’t handle the truth
So what’s the point then lady? Oh no
If ya can’t stand to play and lose
So be my Devil Angel
Be my shooting star
So be my Devil Angel
Be my shooting star
Be my Devil Angel
Be my shooting star
Be my Devil Angel
Be my shooting star
Bye bye Angel
Be my Devil
most of all, most of all, I’m glad – I’ve always been glad – that I never had to explicate Wallace Stevens’ The Idea of Order at Key West. For so many reasons I lost count in ’96.
bauhaus keeps coming on. I keep changing it.
""even as we speak the Dirty Creature springs a nasty surprise...""
- split enz
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