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All good thoughts in spite of righteousness
Is not the kind of thoughts in spite of greatness Often not the state is advocation If we form a power of recognition Forget loss and perfect advocation If it drops or stays in convocation All we praise is all we want in commerce All we praise is parties, foreign commerce Entertain ideas of great communion Shelter not materials in union (All we praise is not the kind of commerce That's the right solution!) All good thoughts is not the act of doing What we want but what we should improving Properties, ideas, a woman's pleasure Is empowered by love, a perfect measure! |
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Demonstrate I was
raised from the start By a priest and the maid on the part. Still know what to wear on my back: Michigan! Ponshewaing! Cadillac! If I ever meant to go away I was raised, I was reaised In the place, in the place. Still I often think of going back To the farms, to the farms Golden arms, golden arms start to remind me. If the lakes took the place of the sea. If the cars drove themselves, way to be! Opposite the trains moving in Rivers run interstate, Michigan! Still I never meant to go away I was raised, I was raised In the place, in the place. Still I often think of going back To the farms, to the farms Golden arms, golden arms. Tried to change the Made in Michigan I was raised, I was raised In the place, in the place, part to remind me |
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I live in America with a pair of Payless shoes
The Upper Peninsula and the television news I've seen my wife at the K-Mart In strange ideas we live apart I live in a trailer home with a snowmobile, my car The window is broken out and the interstate is far I drove all night to find my child In strange ideas he's been revived In strange ideas, in stranger times I've no idea what's right sometimes I lost my mind, I lost my life I lost my job, I lost my wife |
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All the time we spent in bed
Counting miles before we set Fall in love and fall apart Things will end before they start Sleeping on Lake Michigan Factories and marching bands Lose our clothes in summer time Lose ourselves to lose our minds In the summer heat, I might |
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Once when our mother called
She had a voice of last year's cough We passed around the phone Sharing a word about Oregon When my turn came I was ashamed When my turn came I was ashamed Once when we moved away She came to Romulus for a day Her Chevrolet broke down We prayed it never be fixed or be found We touched her hair We touched her hair We touched her hair We touched her hair When she had her last child Once when she had some boyfriend somewhile She moved away quite far Our Grampa bought us a new VCR We watched it all night We grew up in spite of it We watched it all night We grew up in spite of it We saw her once last fall Our Grampa died in a hospital gown She didn't seem to care She smoked in her room and coloured her hair I was ashamed I was ashamed of her I was ashamed I was ashamed of her I was ashamed I was ashamed of her I was ashamed I was ashamed Of her |
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If you happen to be educated
Time it marches on, oh time it marches on. In the end there is a sacred show delivers every song, delivers every song. Mourning steps and mourning gallivants And mourning never shows, no mourning never slows. If the avatar reminds that it will never stand at all, will never stand as tall. Since the water made it, most to sail it, made it most to song, it made it most to song. For the politics are not political for what they stand, For not what they demand. Every senator and diplomat combines her certain part, A matter for the heart. Save yourself from recognition. selfless and quite song To better get along. (We love you. We Chose to. We made to. We love you.) If we concentrate and pull resources to the highest poll, To beat the highest pull, too. Ever will we conquer grief and find it faster to resolve the dead, to be absolved and fed, to restore. If the advantageous reprimand misgivings, We won't grow. We will not ever know. We will not! (Lift my life in healthy places!) |
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I always knew you
In your mothers arms I have called your name I've an idea Placed in your mind To be a better man I've made a crown for you Put it in your room And when the bride groom comes There will be noise There will be glad And a perfect bed And when you write a poem I know the words, I know the sounds Before you write it down When you wear your clothes I wear them too, I wear your shoes And the jacket too I always knew you In your mothers arms I have called you son I've made amends Between father and son Or if you haven't one Rest in my arms Sleep in my bed There's a design To what I did and said |
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