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This is probably one of, if not the, shortest songs that will be featured in AYoS. A simple quatrain, it
Maybe they weren't Orpheus and Eurydice or Romeo and Juliet... but, for me, one of the great tragic love affairs
There was a time, in that lost era of my early manhood, when I judged life to be essentially a
Forget walking along the River Seine at twilight. There's something about eating french fries in your truck in
This was written when I was playing in punk bands and reflects the series of investigations into the JFK
This is not a murder ballad. It's a song about a long-haul trucker coming to the realization that his
Artistic, romantic types (like us singer-songwriters, yo) often seem to fall in love with goddesses and ghosts. Those conversant in
I used to drive around all night. I'd start out in Long Beach and drive west across the first bridge
I'll admit it. I haven't always been the paragon of street-smart, wised-up self-knowledge and steely-eyed maturity that I am today.
A rainy day toward the end of winter, 1973. A radiant young girl in an ancient,
Southern California has more washed up stars than Mexican and Thai restaurants combined. Any AA or NA meeting is going
Just about every time I ever sang this song in front of people I know, someone has laughed out
Okay. Unlike the guy in this song, I've never had any kids. And, though a few girlfriends have abandoned me
The sweat stung his eyes as he wiped his forearm across his grimy brow, shifted his weight to
I've got a sixth sense for when things are over. Little things like the suitcase on the lawn, changed locks,
Ok... I don't believe in "magic" exactly -- but I do believe in mystery in the esoteric sense. This song
