I pick up my smile put it in my pocket. Hold it for a while try not to have to drop it. Men are not to cry so how am I to stop it. Keep it all inside don't show how much she rocked ya. Ooh can yo...
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1. Blizzard 2. Main Street Sky There's a winter storm with my name on it. And it's cutting up the coast. On the radar there's a ghost. Clear to the Carolinas. It feels like years since December. And it seems like mor...3. Mozarts Money I was good at tending bar. They called me Our Lady of O'Reilly's. I could talk to me in trouble. and I know the difference between poison and truth. But I crashed my car last March. And the...4. Mr Rain Where the hell did it go?. They say he spent it all on wine and women. But even so--. I know a guy who wrote a song for Garth Brooks. And now he's got it made for life. But Mozart never really ma...5. Mr. Rain (for Kurt Cobain). I could never see your face. To see if you were really crying. Your hair hung like rain. I would have sworn that you were lying. One long scream ran through every refrain. You were...6. Raphael (for Kurt Cobain). I could never see your face. To see if you were really crying. Your hair hung like rain. I would have sworn that you were lying. One long scream ran through every refrain. You were...7. Sparrowhawk In the cool hour of the evening. The garden gold and breathing. My lover at my hand. Two virgins in the land. and angels on the wing. descending as they sing,...8. Sweet October The hawk and the sparrow flew up together. Though the sparrow was small and the hawk on a tether. Wingtip wingtip, feather to feather. All in the fall with winter coming on. All in the fall with winte...9. Talking Island Sweet October, everything comes down. And the ghosts outside are rattling the storms. And the drunkards think they're sober. and the lovers think they're drowning. And the songs of spring ar...10. The Visit She is the sugar of the islands. She is the coffee in the hills. She is the harvest of the vineyard. She is the river where it spills. Into the canyon. She is the ocean where it swells. She is the fla...11. This Mountain Well I never go visit my mother. Like my father and my brother do. I can't stand the constant traffic. On Belmont Avenue. And the pious old men in their coats and beards. Who appear as if on cue....
