Little Stories

"You fool!" "You fool" she said in the darkness. "Don't pretend, that we will still be friends". "Close your eyes!" "Close your eyes, don't be nervous, give tonight, something else". "For years!"

"If there's trouble, I wanna know, In a second I'll be there", Said the stovecook to the waitress, And she sat and brushed her hair. She said, "Stovecook you couldn't even kill a cockroach without crying, I'll be fine". "I'm sorry

Five hundred years ago the world was covered with greenery, And no observer to turn it into scenery. Things were more of a mystery than they are today, But then some say we had more knowledge in those days. And people in tall ships would say "Man, we

She said "I wanna smash beer bottles over heads" He said "I love you" Then they stumbled down the boulevard And slept beneath the hedge And her mother said "It's us or him" He's after Daddy's millions If you leave the house w

Born at the edge of the hills where the river rolls out onto the plains Well it's not much more than the creek now, but you shoulda seen it after the rains Just another dirty kid with a stick on a dirt track under the dusty sky Eating sandwiches on t

Now you could say I'm a high powered banker I'm living in New York and Hong Kong on weekends And my offices are so high up You should see it at night When the lights down below are like fairy dust And in a few restaurants they know me by name And I o

On A Little Street In Singapore - Harry James On a little street in Singapore With me beside a lotus covered door A veil of moonlight on her lovely face How pale the hands that held me in embrace My sails tonight are filled with perfume of Shalimar A

Matty saw Josie on a Tuesday, She was totally strung out. They'd gone to primary school together, It's funny how some things turn out. He remembered how they used to sit, Upon the hill and clean the chalky dusters from the school. He took her home to

The thing is that a river never has to choose a path It just flows down, past the valleys and the parks And it takes on a lot of shit along the road But the river knows exactly where it's going To the ocean at the bottom of the hill Where the green g

I used to have this fire in my eyes I used to have this hammer in my fist I used to think that I would write a song that saved the world Now I think I couldn't give a shit All my plans and papers in the wind All my furniture is fresh and new from Swe