Topic

cars

A collection of 5 issues

She Dies in the Third Act

Never touched a cigarette Before I met Christine I'd been avoiding cancers and dancers all my life And I still don't like the bitterness of nicotine I still miss all of those secondhand kisses Tumbling home out of her taxi at night When the blues sing you When the lexipro

So Soap-operatic

I'm nervous about the Prius I just rented here in Texas I'm anxious about the looks I'm getting from the local cowgirls Dallas doesn't have an eco-friendly reputation So I'm counting on these snakeskin boots to make a good impression Mostly when I travel I act like an honor student

Rodeo Clown

If you don't have a clever opening line, You can still write a song that most people will like Say a boy met a girl, drove out to California, Danced in the rain, couldn't breathe when she left Rhyme night with fight/light/right Rhyme fly with sky/die/try

Tractor Day

There, I said it, Katherine, it's time to pack your things You won't regret it, winter in New Mexico's a joke Be part of my revolution, My Katyusha, I don't want to miss you when I'm gone Where we're going we can listen to Decemberists[1] all night You'll be

Agby's Song

Agby's getting bigger every day She's learned to sit and now she stays, stays, stays She gets a treat whenever she gets it right, She thinks it's candy... it's made of liver Agby's getting bigger every day She's learned to sew and now she's trying crochet[1] She knits us