by Willard Grant Conspiracy on album Paper Covers Stone

by Willard Grant Conspiracy on album Miscellaneous

I'm wicked in the eyes of the world Everything nobody wants As low as low can get Everything I cannot stop A glutton for everything misery can buy A heart that matches the soul There's all kinds of t

by Willard Grant Conspiracy on album Miscellaneous

I've never seen a sky As flat as this one As flat as the brown earth Beneath our feet I've never seen a horizon As dim as this one It's hundred and ten in the street And it's summer time again In so

by Willard Grant Conspiracy on album Miscellaneous

9:32 I'm in my room And you You are In my room 9:33 He turns the key Unlocks the door Walks the floor Walks the floor Walks the floor Walks the floor Walks the floor 9:34 He's out the door He's out

by Willard Grant Conspiracy on album Miscellaneous

I watch the stars run away They can't wait to leave the sky today I see the morning shadows descend Across your wide brown eyes again And every time that you are here I say that it's alright I'm all

by Willard Grant Conspiracy on album Miscellaneous

There's a rise above the river Where the hangman's tree hugs the rim A brace of crows crowd the bank Like mourners on their way to the Mercy bridge A whistle blows and a freight rolls by Pallbearers

by Willard Grant Conspiracy on album Miscellaneous

Wrap a ribbon around your finger Someday you'll remember What it felt like in her arms She could make you laugh She could make you cry Show you dark things deep inside And I see it in your eyes And

by Willard Grant Conspiracy on album Miscellaneous

Jesus in a candle on the table, rabbit's foot by the window A hallway leads to nowhere, right outside the door They say, a man can go by the way, if all he does is linger I say, salvation is in the sm

by Willard Grant Conspiracy on album Miscellaneous

Beneath the blue Organ Mountains Beneath the sky and the stars Far from the road and trail, I hear you sigh I hear you sigh, I hear you sigh In the skin, in the skin where memory begins In the skin,

by Willard Grant Conspiracy on album Miscellaneous

Down the rough road where the asphalt is split Stumbles a man down to his wits Brother, oh brother, what's left to regret? Known by the way that he carries his load Early one morning in the warehouse

by Willard Grant Conspiracy on album Miscellaneous

As I lay here beside you, counting minutes in my head I might as well stop struggling, this time I think we're really dead And this old heart of mine stumbles as it falls 'Cause love has no meaning wh

by Willard Grant Conspiracy on album Paper Covers Stone

by Willard Grant Conspiracy on album Miscellaneous

I'm slidin' underneath Your skin again You get so sticky When you're wakin' up I'm slidin' underneath The sheets again I get so tired I can't get up You're dancin' out On the ledge again 100 feet ab

by Willard Grant Conspiracy on album Miscellaneous

Are you Watching over me In my three-hour sleep? If people were like bugs Then they would sleep like me With eyes open wide Kick off the sheets Good night Good night Good night to no one Good night

by Willard Grant Conspiracy on album Ghost Republic

by Willard Grant Conspiracy on album Let It Roll

You walk into the room With your pencil in your hand You see somebody naked And you say, "Who is that man?" You try so hard But you don't understand Just what you'll say When you get home Because som

by Willard Grant Conspiracy on album Let It Roll

You walk into the room With your pencil in your hand You see somebody naked And you say, "Who is that man?" You try so hard But you don't understand Just what you'll say When you get home Because som

by Willard Grant Conspiracy on album Let It Roll

You walk into the room With your pencil in your hand You see somebody naked And you say, "Who is that man?" You try so hard But you don't understand Just what you'll say When you get home Because som

by Willard Grant Conspiracy on album Rolling Stone: Rare Trax, Volume 45: Hear This Robert Zimmerman: A Birthday Tribute

You walk into the room With your pencil in your hand You see somebody naked And you say, "Who is that man?" You try so hard But you don't understand Just what you'll say When you get home Because som

by Willard Grant Conspiracy on album Let It Roll

You walk into the room With your pencil in your hand You see somebody naked And you say, "Who is that man?" You try so hard But you don't understand Just what you'll say When you get home Because som