![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
what's that name again? I forgot.
When I was young and pushed around and beaten up and beaten down, who'd I run to mama? Tell me who?
And as I grew to be a man, and all the world held such èlan, I did what I thought I just had to do. It was you, mama you, it was you all along. It was you I ran away from -- I was wrong. And if I could, I'd change my life, I swear to God I'd cut it out with a knife and with a glue stick I'd reapply it in a song.
And laid back Kerouac never no a heart attack, drinking and thinking about the place that he ran back to. The moloch is an old man, the moloch is a love-lack, bending for a quick snack, remembering his friend Jack, and mama sometimes I remember you.
Man loves woman. Mother loves child. Sometimes I call my lady mama. So I can feel at home for a while.
Looking around at all the Mellencamp towns, the excuses and the nooses where the coffee grounds, I found places and traces of a storybook world. And I went out there for a ride on the misty coast but the holy host is under Mickey D's American flag and it's unfurled.
It was you mama you, it was you all along. It was you I ran away from -- I was wrong. And if I could I'd change my life, I swear to God I'd cut it out with a knife and with a glue stick I'd reapply it in a song.
Man loves woman sometimes mother loves child. Sometimes I call my lady mama so I can feel at home for a while. So I can feel at home for a while.
{/Jude}
There are plenty of reasons to hate me without having to resort to lies. Some people are just so lazy though.
I really itching to get inked again. There's just the little problem of settling on a design. I'm tossing some ideas around, but nothing that makes me want to commit. Maybe if I get my act together I can do it in Lousiville -- I imagine tattooing is cheaper there.
And as I grew to be a man, and all the world held such èlan, I did what I thought I just had to do. It was you, mama you, it was you all along. It was you I ran away from -- I was wrong. And if I could, I'd change my life, I swear to God I'd cut it out with a knife and with a glue stick I'd reapply it in a song.
And laid back Kerouac never no a heart attack, drinking and thinking about the place that he ran back to. The moloch is an old man, the moloch is a love-lack, bending for a quick snack, remembering his friend Jack, and mama sometimes I remember you.
Man loves woman. Mother loves child. Sometimes I call my lady mama. So I can feel at home for a while.
Looking around at all the Mellencamp towns, the excuses and the nooses where the coffee grounds, I found places and traces of a storybook world. And I went out there for a ride on the misty coast but the holy host is under Mickey D's American flag and it's unfurled.
It was you mama you, it was you all along. It was you I ran away from -- I was wrong. And if I could I'd change my life, I swear to God I'd cut it out with a knife and with a glue stick I'd reapply it in a song.
Man loves woman sometimes mother loves child. Sometimes I call my lady mama so I can feel at home for a while. So I can feel at home for a while.
{/Jude}
There are plenty of reasons to hate me without having to resort to lies. Some people are just so lazy though.
I really itching to get inked again. There's just the little problem of settling on a design. I'm tossing some ideas around, but nothing that makes me want to commit. Maybe if I get my act together I can do it in Lousiville -- I imagine tattooing is cheaper there.
no subject