Things from our Brain

If I’d been out till quarter to three Would you lock the door?

South city midnight lady. I’m much obliged indeed.  

My ship isn’t coming and I just can’t pretend.

The hand of fate is on me now.  

Stef and Mike talk about the Pictures!

Back to the howling old owl in the woods.

The job is done and I go out. Another boring day.

I was born with a plastic spoon in my mouth.

Join Mike The Intern on Saturday May 27th for his Record Collection Show! He will feature CCR’s Green River!

You don’t know how it feels, to be me.

She’s about all I can handle.  

when you bite your lip. It’s some reaction to love  

sleep all day, out all night, I know where you’re going.

Don’t stand so close to me.

Hear it on the radio It ain’t humid but it sure is hot Down in Mexico

The third stone from the Sun.

She cried to the southern wind. About a love that was sure to end.

Suddenly everyone loved to hear him sing his song.

Good love is hard to find.

You know, sometimes, I don’t know why, but this old town just seems so hopeless.

time makes you bolder

And I guess that it’s just the woman in you, That brings out the man in me.

Come on baby, don’t say maybe.  

I may not always love you But long as there are stars above you You never need to doubt it

Take another shot of courage. Wonder why the right words never come.

Pass the dutchie on the left hand side.

Empty cartridges and blood lined the gutters of the street.

You better watch out. There may be dogs about.

I’m getting closer to my home.

Little ditty bout Mike The Intern  

Out on the streets for a living.  

Oh, you don’t know the shape I’m in.  

Have a drink on me.

Prepare, and take aim. Then fire.

I’m not the only soul who’s accused of hit and run.