After my leg was patched up ’n’ all the glass was cleaned out
I was taken to-just basically sit down
A new friend of mine sat to talk with me
To make sure, well, make sure I wasn’t going poof that day
She said something like…
You were passed out when the branch snapped
Yer friends said no-no they never eva seen you like that
Your-flight was inspiring, but landing all wrong
So “what’s it about, why the hell you so long?”
I’m having a bit of trouble keeping both feet on the ground.
She go, “well seems you were lost, but now you’re found.”
She outfoxed the paradox, such a chatter box
Now all my nights end, with a little talk
All my nights
All my nights
All my nights, well they end with a little talk
It was somewhere baad
That if I had got caught it would have been real bad
She said, “hey that was weird in there, but don’t go ’n’ look so sad
Just a bit lonely if you don’t mind
“well if that’s true, come alone - cause so am I
She slap my shoulders & noogie’d my head
Said, “You’re lucky I don’t bite you and leave you for dead”.
Walked the highway toward the late night mart
Her razzing of me, illuminated she’s mad smart
We both sat with candy; she smiled in her way
Laughing there just a couple of strays
“Boy, I believe it’s love”, she said in jest
I froze and somewhere there I must have said “Yup!"
All my nights
All my nights
All my nights, well they end with a little talk
Days mentally hard & physically tough
Weighing what’s true, against all the bluffs
Late night laughter, we’re like music in a box
All my nights end with our little talks
Other lyrics by Big D and the Kids Table:
Allston Storm
Always for the people who can’t conform You know, those outside the current norm So, some pick up cast away art forms But for us, we’ve always been: Your Allston storm …
King Margaret
King Margaret, you gotta leave the those kids alone King Margaret, you gotta leave the those kids alone They’ve eaten your mind & body, Now you’re only skin and bones …
Little Talks
After my leg was patched up ’n’ all the glass was cleaned out I was taken to-just basically sit down A new friend of mine sat to talk with me To make sure, well, …
More Fun
Oi oi oi - Time to get out of bed Oi oi oi - No you’re not yet dead Oi oi oi - You became a smelly bum You’re way too careful kid, you need more fun Oi oi oi - What the …
One Like You
I’m one like you, Confused Pondering ‘what hell I’m gonna do’ And you, like me, beat ya mind up ‘till it’s black ’n’ blue Thoughts bruise, we loose, from our own ill …