Sitemap - 2018 - Stuff Monica Listens To
somebody hit d'angelo - i think i need him on this one
time went so quickly, i went lickety-splickly
little things i should have said and done
i wrote all night like the fire of my words could burn a hole up to heaven
there isn't much in the world that i need
i've got no space and you've got no time
everything is free now / that's what they say
turn up that fader / it's like a lightning bolt
didgeridoo and triangle? i can play that too
and will give myself completely to the moving and the strange
leave the car running / i'm not ready to go
i know you're, uh, quite the dreamer
i'm going down a long road / maybe it's the wrong road
wacked out weirdo and a love bug junkie
dear winter bird, how long can you last?
in a yellow el camino, listening to howlin' wolf
we're going to move to japan and start a post-rock band
glad you finally got your car out of the mud / now we can make plans for the bar
i wanna be all open windows and warm apple pie
it's two thousand miles i roamed just to make this dock my home
in five years, i hope the songs feel like covers
i guess i just wasn't made for these times
i'm gonna put a hole in my tv set / i don't wanna grow up
maybe i'll hit the bars / maybe i'll count the stars until dawn
roll down the river and the miles won't phase me