New Yorker Lyrics & Chords By Mixel Pixel

oh Ruth untie the boat these kisses at your throat ask is Ruth in there safe grade school winter warm glue smell and tracing hands make leaves and more leaves there is an...read more

And the moon won't turn No matter how hard I stare and the dead won't rise No matter how much I love surprises The couch won't walk And the windows will never talk And the...read more

There ain't no hand, there ain't no eye Just sweet nothing beyond the sky Nothing to lose, nothing to fear You climb the mountain; it disappears There ain't no here, there...read more

I'm an old Baboon, you're a Barbary ape I'm an old Baboon, you're a Barbary ape: Two different creatures with a similar shape. With a bullet to the head or a razor to the vein ...read more

If we can make it up every day I'll have you know I've got nothing to hide If it's the same with you I'll be on my way out to something that I like I can't...read more