David Berman Bot

I could see through the sleeve on her blouse
The plans of her architect lover
A tattoo of a boarded-up house
And ink door that belonged to another

Well, it seems just like a freeze-out
Seems just like a freeze-out
Seems just like a freeze-out
An undisclosed, deeply wooded
Lose your way route

Squirrels imported from Connecticut
Just in time for fall
How much fun is a lot more fun?
Not much fun at all

I hear a smile and a tear in you voice
Don't lay the groundwork for a case of remorse

When something breaks, it makes a beautiful sound

Is the problem that we can't see, or is it that the problem is beautiful to me?

Yeah, I loved being my mother's son
I loved her so because
She was so good and kind to me
She was, she was, she was

I am trying to get at something so simple
that I have to talk plainly
so the words don’t disfigure it.

Can you summon honey from a telephone?

And day after day, up on this beautiful stage
We've been playing tambourine for minimum wage

Ten thousand afternoons ago
All my happiness just overflowed
That was life at first and goal to go

Got a lot of chatterboxes in this crowd

Jesus in a runaway shelter
Said, "The deaf have pictures of you"

When you know how I feel, I feel better
When you're fifteen, you wanna look poor

And death is a black camel that kneels down so we can ride

"what’s got you so flustered? things aren't so bad my friend.
what causes you to struggle, to writhe and twist and bend?
I hate to see you suffer, but i just cant comprehend,"
said the candle in the window to the candle in the wind.

Darkness and cold, darkness and cold
Patiently encroaching on the animal
The weather of forever retaking control
Darkness and cold, darkness and cold

You took your love to the marketplace
In the wanton corner of a Western state
Where every other shopper is a basket case
Just realizing the horizon forms a frowning face

Radio's on, feeling all right
Cruising the strip on a Saturday night

Snow is falling in Manhattan
In a slow diagonal fashion

Let's go hunting blackbirds
Let's throw snowballs from the bridge
Fireplace burns backwards
Let's not and say we did
There's a trapdoor in the country
Where we can disappear

Ghosts are just old houses dreaming people in the night

I've got that Friday night fever
Sometimes a man just needs a breather
She knows I love her and I need her
And I'm no cheater
I've just got that Friday night fever

A place I wake up blushing like I'm ashamed to be alive

They sat there with their hooks in the water
And their mustaches caked with airplane glue

Why can't monsters get along with other monsters?
Soi disantra
Soi disantra
They don't want t'ah

There must be a pool out behind the church
'Cause he looked so cool in the back of a hearse
After his debutante trial
All the citizens began to dress in his style
Oh, yeah
It's a beautiful, beautiful world

Like, like the, the, the death

Ghosts are just old houses dreaming people in the night

Her sweater had faces all over it, famous faces knitted all over it
The porch swing ticked off Central Daylight time
"How many hours do you think it'll take me to smoke this cigarette?" she said with a smile