JDW

RIP my little zeeky boy

Hey! you got your lumber jacks in my aboreal!...

in lieu of buttons this year I will be handing these bad boys on first come firt serve. http://i44.tinypic.com/10zvfa0.jpg

We are living in an immaterial world (a ghost world) and I am a immaterial girl (a ghost)

Now, I'm really sorry to be upsetting you, but I have to warn you.

Just a'leanin off my shovel In this graveyard o' dreams

Dream with the feathers of angels stuffed beneath your head.

You could be headed for the serious strife Now you make the scene all day But tomorrow there'll be hell to pay

You could be headed for the serious strife Now you make the scene all day But tomorrow there'll be hell to pay

And all the harm that e'er I've done/ Alas it was to none but me/ And all I've done for want of wit/ To memory now I can't recall/ So fill to me the parting glass/ Good night and joy be with you all

Don’t know who I’m fighting, just dodging bullets left and rightSearchin’ for reflections, seein’ shadows without light

when a horse has broken both legs well ya know what ya gotta do

Right down from the house laid a pair of tracks santa fe railroad. Told her many times stay away from there must do what you're told

And I can see the lights turn from red to black to blue to brown to green and I been staring for so long my eyes begin to bleed

WOW HOS ad campaign is already puting HHN to shame. If they ever stop doing repeats they will be a force to be reckoned with. It just feels like what HHN USED to be...

Old Jackets leave you face down on the bricks,This new dog knows some terrible tricks.

This is the harvest of some rotten seeds / This surely isn't any mystery

The roots of the matter run miles deep

Aint no grave gonna hold my body down. When I hear that trumpet sound, I'm gonna get up out of the ground.

I dont want no fancy coffin/ Dont lay me in no marble shrine/ When I leave this god almighty earth/ Wont you lay me in a box of pine?

There's a grove of trees inside the mind Where children play Who've lost their way. As they succumb to nightmare dreams, Fill the air with silent scream.

I took me a shovel and I dug myself a hole/ Walkin through the desert with a crow

and the wicked ol' weight of the world will keep me from spinning

And my branches are waiting for you like arms And my branches are waiting for you

And with these little lies, we lubricate our souls