I saw you just the other day I watched you walk a little way You vanished 'round the corner When I got there, you were gone You might've heard me if
After your orgasm the world is a different place The world is a different place After your orgasm when we slide out of bed We stay slippery, we stay
Do you believe in signs That whisper inside your mind Till you have to follow through? Leading you home again To someplace you've never been Well, I
Something is wrong But nothing you can put your finger on In so many ways it's going fine You couldn't complain, you say And day to day you get along
Summer lasted a generation A generation and then the winter wind The bounty harvest that seemed so endless It seemed so endless until it gave what it
Thank God, life's uncertain Thank God we get so scared We can't see behind this curtain So this world seems so unfair Look, imagine life some other way
I've got a bad reputation in this town It's something I can't live down I wish I could be what people want me to be But somehow I can't come around So
Dear darling I love you always Some things never change Our love is one of them That's what you say In your letter Of only yesterday But there's another
crimes and convicted of sins And for national safety and religious pride That sidewalk preacher was crucified .............................................. David Wilcox
I had a long talk with the block dog All summer he runs with the kids He's happy as a block dog Every day the choice is his 'Cause they all feed him
They taught us kids in school between the recess breaks That the universe just sorta fell together like a big mistake It started with a bang that sent
from East Asheville Hardware .............................................. by Chuck Brodsky Every morning, I commute. Mild-mannered man. In a business
BOOGIE RIDE Come on what's up les rue and I just wanna talk to you Umm hm Hey hey I want you to send a little love my way Hmm mm I want to turn the world
Her car is how she left it, no dust has gotten in The key turns on the dash lights and the CD player spins You hear her favorite music, the words she
Brain fever Brain fever Brain fever Brain fever Brain fever Brain fever Brain fever Brain fever Brain fever Brain fever Brain fever Brain fever Here
on life Brain-off keeps you from thinking It's not a drug, it's an appliance .............................................. © David Wilcox, all
DAVID WILCOX BAD APPLE Some people call me a bad apple Well I may be bruised but I still taste sweet Some people call me a bad apple But I may be
I try so hard to please you To be the love that fills you up I try to pour on sweet affection But I think you got a broken cup Because you can't believe
