"i wonder if anthony knows i'm here." "i work all week for this." BEING LIKED listen to mp3 you fly to paris while i load my gun and our three chinese comrades are having such fun i meant, you were what riding as you left my town? were you riding a horse or just messing around? don't speak that way, you're declining inflection only foreigners speak with such a lack of direction let's walk a while since all the free seats are taken all the programmes are bought and the play is forsaken legs cover ears up and i don't have to see all the smells that increase my misogyny my love is leaving why should she stay being pidgeons at bedtime and sleeping all day i'd rather wake than sleep for the fear       of the wake of the morning sun the inventors have been found and the cobbler has no pie and the old men have been checkered and the blacksmith has been shoed the morticians are dead one too many in the head © 1998 Bryan's Cabin Songs, ASCAP <-- back to live for success!