A.c. newman

Up through the crystal, nineteen and counting, And miles away, a voice from the mountain. Back from the program, our own girl Jesus, So proud to say we love her to pieces. We do. So tell us the story...

All these things growing, we don't stay the same size We slow down and we speed up sometimes It will surprise, it will surprise you when you get the good news You get what you want and you don't know...

Way down in the land of twins We tell ourselves the part like this By clues we leave the things that breathe Down in the bottom of the sea We're on the wrong side Of young Atlantis Ah ah Fashioned out...

Are we judged here by the things we say Or is it just the noise we make? Long before you were a patent pending There was a time you were the artist-friendly one When you really have to move you'll be...

They should have shut down all the streets Presidents and kings should have been there With not a single empty seat All the schools closed and the roads we drove down all lined Lined with people cap...

No one wants to weigh things down, but they tend to fly away And rescue teams will look for days I like the way things are, I say abandon the search for an author of small work Until then Until...

I'm the star of a book you wrote before your career was illustrious Though only renters and college kids skimmed through Skipped through to the end to see if you got help from someone there up on high...

It's hard to understand the accents, we had to be there We had to throw ourselves into it, becoming the blind-led sophisticates You had to understand the entrance, we had to be there With the force of...

Someday these will be familiar streets All the half-built houses gone to homes, and you will know what no one teaches you And I will say the kid needs learning Hoping that I have some good advice...

You walk the broken stones still warm, the sunlight calculates its form Some quick shadow newly worn, the idea spinning in your arms Could it be we've won? At the various routes of promise have...