The Observer Lyrics & Chords By Poets On Prozac

Things that I see, is weeping so free Peeking with just one eye, I see when you cry Snapshots from your bedroom, pleasing them all No, you're not alone Trapped since I came,...read more

Untouched by natures Innermost thoughts. I am sitting on a hill and see generations fall. I'm the observant, Watching for times, Seeing the persons and the cultures...read more

Completely protected on all sides by volcanoes a woman, darkhaired, in stained jeans sleeps in central Africa. In her dreams, her notebooks, still private as maiden diaries, ...read more

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I do not feel obliged to believe that the same God who has endowed us with sense, reason and intellect has intended us to forgo their use So all the stars Will guide us on our...read more