In the grim town where I was born There was not much to see The only thing that shone was the girl named Mary Lee I tried to win her when I was a boy with flowers and smiles and wit She looked away or looked annoyed She would have none…

Across this interstate wasteland Dry riverbeds At my back a cold wind The sounds of motors and horns The ruins sigh and sing In the rush There’s a room full of photographs behind me Torn up and thrown away So much refuse Left to burn…

Like I said before

AKA Shoot To Kill. There's a video with this one.

I woke up and wrote down bits of the dream I'd had.

...is for horses.

A friend of mine died recently. In memory of P.S. LYRICS: Your presence is mandatory to show that you care It's never a question what you are going to wear You can't arrive naked There are still standards in hell You've worn it a…