#AmericanWriters
Rings of grass crowns of flowers t… Furs that I woven of whispering h… She’s gone away where the rings ar… And the furs have warmth that a wo… Round and round round goes the whe…
I will not play at tug o’ war. I’d rather play at hug o’ war, Where everyone hugs Instead of tugs, Where everyone giggles
Oh a little bitty termite you know… Well he walked right in sat right… You know he chewed out the walls a… But he kept gettin’ thinner and he… He said it’s plastic yeah he said…
Well now I once knew a woman list… And the first time I seen her I k… Well now she swore she’d love me a… God damn but I don’t even remembe… Well now I once knew a woman and…
One two three four five six seven… I’m standin’ on the outside lookin… Lookin’ out at me on the outside l… Through the window of my madness a… And you say you understand just wh…
I know you little, I love you lot… my love for you could fill ten pot… fifteen buckets, sixteen cans, three teacups, and four dishpans.
Hector the Collector Collected bits of string, Collected dolls with broken heads And rusty bells that would not rin… Twists of wires, worn-out tires,
If we meet and I say, ‘Hi,’ That’s a salutation. If you ask me how I feel, That’s a consideration. If we stop and talk a while,
In a pad with no heat, up on Sull… The last of the hipsters lay dyin’… Wearin’ his shades, so like no one… Like whether or not he was cryin’. All the junkies and loners
She put in her clothes, Then thought she’d get A free bath here At the launderette. So round she goes now,
I tripped on my shoelace And I fell up— Up to the roof tops, Up over the town, Up past the tree tops,
I tried on the farmer’s hat, Didn’t fit’¦ A little too small - just a bit Too floppy. Couldn’t get used to it,
There was a group called called S… And they say they got their birth In a basement bar on Greek Street… The bass man he smoked grass and t… And the lead guitar ate speed whil…
Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout Would not take the garbage out! She’d scour the pots and scrape th… Candy the yams and spice the hams, And though her daddy would scream…
Backward Bill, Backward Bill, He lives way up on Backward Hill, Which is really a hole in the sand… (But that’s a hill turned upside d… Backward Bill’s got a backward sh…