i loved you in the rain,
by the time the weather cleared,
i had forgotten you.
that's not kind,
but look at my state, darling.
the left winger's and right winger's
want my head.
i'd clip all the same,
but they'd fall all around me.
pity.

While everybody else is getting out of bed, I'm usually getting in it
.. Why am I up this early? Right. He needs to get to school.
I'm not in it to win it and there's a thousand ways you can skin it
I wonder if this song makes him sad, because of her
My feet have been on the floor, flat like an idle singer
He seems more focused on driving than the song, though
Remember winger, I digress, I confess you are the best thing in my life
This could be the last time we ever have a chance to talk one on one, and we're silent
Just... listening to the radio.
But it seems normal.

But I'm afraid when I hear stories 'bout a husband and wife
Me too. That's why my best guy friend is my brother.
There's no happy endings, no Henry Lee, but you are the greatest thing about me
... Bro.  There are a million and a half things I want to say to you right now
If it's love
This song is a lot different when you think about family bonds instead
And we decide that it's forever, no one else could do it better
Really, though, Train.  Dallin and I.  Friends for life.
If it's love
And we're two birds of a feather* *he's been my best friend since the age of 1 then the rest is just whatever
And if I'm addicted to loving you and you're addicted to my love too
We're both sort of forever alone now. Since she broke his heart...
We can be them two birds of a feather that flock together
That's us. Right now.
Love, love, got to have something to keep us together
Love, love, that's enough for me
I wonder where we'll end up.  In 2 months, I'll be in Argentina.
Took a loan on a house I own, can't be a queen bee without a bee-throne
I wanna buy you everything except cologne 'cause it's poison
I wonder if Dallin still wears Axe...
We can travel to Spain where the rain falls mainly on the plain side and sing
Why didn't we have more adventures together?
'Cause it is we can laugh, we can sing, have ten kids and give them everything
I wonder how many kids we'll have... and if our spouses will be adorable
Hold our cell phones up in the air and just be glad that we made it here alive
On a spinning ball in the middle of space,
I love you from your toes to your face
Seriously, bro.  If this song makes you sad, I'll turn it off.  But I feel like we're both thinking.  A lot.  So it doesn't matter.
If it's love
And we decide that it's forever, no one else could do it better
If it's love
And we're two birds of a feather then the rest is just whatever
Really, though.  She doesn't matter in the end.  Family matters, though.  Family matters in the end.
And if I'm addicted to loving you and you're addicted to my love too
We can be them two birds of a feather that flock together
Love, love, got to have something to keep us together
Love, love, that's enough for me
You can move in, I won't ask where you've been
Really, though. I'm always here for you.  Except that I'm leaving.... But I have to leave.
'Cause everybody has a past
There's a lot I never told you.  And I know you'd understand if I told you. But I don't want to disappoint you as an older sister.
When we're older we'll do it all over
Again
Will we still be close when we're older?
When everybody else is getting out of bed, I'm usually getting in it
Truth.  Why am I up this early again? Right.  He needs a person.  He needs a human right now.
I'm not in it to win it,
I'm in it for you
I'm up this early for you
If it's love
And we're two birds of a feather, then the rest is just whatever
Then the rest is just whatever
If it's love and we decide that it's forever, no one else could do it better
And if I'm addicted to loving you and you're addicted to my love too
We can be them two birds of a feather that flock together
Love, love, got to have something to keep us together
Love, love, got to have something to keep us together
Love, love, that's enough for me
*My brother.

Free birds aren't meant to be caged
Their freebirds,
They deserveth to fly...

I have a heavy taste in my mouth.
cinnamon sticks and sage
broken wisdom in sound words
I have the earth on my tongue.
cloves and winger squash
thirsty for sweetened rain

He sang the people's songs
and faught the people's causes.
Others heard and blacked his name.
That was for him no badge of shame.

A five string banjo man,
folk singer, left winger,
he sang brave words in trying times,
striving to strengthen basic rights.

Pete Seeger died aged ninety-four
and left a heritage for man.
Asking us to Turn! Turn! Turn!
Urging us to overcome.

"Trump not a legitimate president..."
This is how we help presidency "grow,"
"Reasonable" for trying to build a silly wall
Between the US and Mexico,
"Realistic" for even trying to appear
To have a solution to anyone's problem,
While he does "catch up work" in politics.
"Responsible" even his supporters telling people
His radical concepts are better, not just the extreme
Form of right to the Democratic, Liberal opposite.**

Someone please save us from this extreme right winger!
Oh yea, that's "great!"
It's already too late...

to come back to this, after much
a long minute, feels like a *****
returned to brothel; perhaps the
harshness of the analogy is hype-
rbole. won't let a Crowley
****-block me; sun's
  too bright for that.
      should shower,
         but drink wine,
    and this is perhaps a poor
         reactionary response; ironic;
the ironned-iconic. pressed to be
           pre-dressed, and no need to cut
  a styled up-do;
                the hair isn't quite real,
anyhow. all-quite polyeurathane,
   or polysylvester, or
              never too keen for poly-
anything.          now hold up.
      nah, keep on the
          struttin' along, there's a better
one than you follows a
                 winger's lead.
             smoking cigarettes at the window
     while she sleeps; thine own eyes
        never stop in faltering-rest,
then restless-hoping that
                   pen-scrawls, window
   scraping sides when opened,
smoking a cigarette at the window;
           rattle-restless, hope
      is a beggar, but we are manifest;
                choosers can't be beggars.

Bruce this Bruce that now everyone’s a Jenner
Well next time you yap I’m going to bruise you with my Benson burner
My darling lass always liked it rough
Until one day she came back home sounding tenor
I trembled and shook in disbelief then realized,
Oh this happened sooner
How she liked to use the rear entry and always walked in my drawers
And **** I know I’m straight but she still is a looker
If she wasn’t my **** wife I would make her my winger
Or maybe introduce her as my foreign half brother
But she not only rid herself of ******* but of me her lover
Threw me out of my hard earned manor and
Even took my side girl and sneered, that’s my pleasure.