Improvised Blips With Ghetto Rigged Drums Lyrics & Chords By Ben Livingston

No use crying, talking to a stranger, Naming the sorrows you've seen. Too many sad times, too many bad times, And nobody knows what you mean. Ah, but if somehow you could pack...read more

It's a long, long way down to Reno, Nevada And a long, long way to your home But the change in your pocket is beginning to grumble And you reap just about what you've sown You...read more

Throw away the hope of living Become like an automatic doll My time stops Hope eats away at my heart Dreams turn their back And the cold sun shines on me Just one letter ...read more

Good morning, teaspoon Teaspoon, give me back my brain Hello, reflection You don't look the same Good morning, sweet companion Pardon me if I've forgotten your name Well,...read more

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