Tangled Beard From San Francisco Lyrics & Chords By The Cyrillic Typewriter

When I was a boy, I used to play in the sand There were no toys, down at the camp we played with pots and pans When Catherine threw my coveted object towards the tide I ran and I...read more

"I ain't no great fan of men (who fucking is?) " "It is men that built this damn pen " "I hate when you die " "I hate when you go " (well gearing up in response) "I hate lack...read more

Don't dance there, that's my husband's spot He danced upon that spot three hundred hours ago And made a tower for the funeral fire Until I'm gonna say you cut two...read more

Like a thief in the day, I shout dream of a boy Do I, do I shout out to your mind? Like a thief in the day, I shout dream of a boy Do I, do I shout out to your mind? Like a thief...read more

I heard the day of our night shall start with the setting of the sun And the hardship of labor shall for three blessed hours be undone I walk into the gossip, fulfill my needs, eat...read more