B.S. Kent State University |
In the morning, she's my glory,
Never know what she might say...
A babe arrived with shrouded skin,
The black and blue showed where she'd been...
Going to court alone Friday, nobody else but God...
Your love is all i need...
The plant i found was not so tall,
It did not look like much at all...
In the morning, she's my glory,
Never know what she might say...
Been thinking about what things I can sell,
To buy another bottle...
Will never be a little gear in the machine. Will always delve past the surface motion that is imprecise, searching for the essential Truth of the scene, seeking the static and precise that lies beneath The Lie. |