by John K. Samson on album City Route 85

I know it's annoying borrowing your brother's car But mine won't start and it's Sunday. Soon a line of headlights peering down the avenue Could find you there in a lawn chair Next to our old El Camino

by John K. Samson on album Rolling Stone: Weekender: 6. und 7. November 2009

Heart of The Continent -John K Samson Capo 4th Fret The north wind sinks the fence around a lot full of debris G C near the corner of memorial and me G C were resurected brick and drywall lead back

by John K. Samson on album Winter Wheat

by John K. Samson on album Provincial

All the unpaid bills Wrestling interest rates While past due dates wait with their boutonnieres And the slumping bike Strangled with a lock that we forgot the combination to The old house drinks

by John K. Samson on album Winter Wheat

So your presentation went terrible All wrong dongles, sweat stains and stares Leave the TV on with the sound down low in your underwear Don't despair you'll get it right tomorrow night In Thunder Bay

by John K. Samson on album Slips and Tangles

Flowers, moonlight, sticky things Songs that mean nothing, places I've been Blood fruit, crying, old guitar strings They're all softly poetic, smoothly obscene When I use the word "You" I don't know

by John K. Samson on album Slips and Tangles

I turned on all the sprinklers in the pouring rain To try and hide the real, and I recall Couldn't get to sleep that night, it's still the same No one left to call No one left to stop me from the fall

by John K. Samson on album Provincial

Oh, wait for me, I fell behind three signs for services ago Some sarcastic satellite says I'm not anywhere Spent every cent of your good will On fossil fuels and magazines So let this field of fla

by John K. Samson on album Provincial

So, I'm the first one in again, with the quiet and the window growing snow, when I hear the furnace rouse itself from its slumber, somehow suddenly I know, as my eye stops on one curled up in my lesso

by John K. Samson on album Provincial

This Spring made Winter an insulting opening offer down the passing lane It's getting harder to negotiate Thawing out and icing up again Past the [midwhere?] circle of Provincial flags flagging i

by John K. Samson on album Provincial

My monitor is frozen In late four-something sun That cuts through icy patterns Another day's begun Recalling all my losses While trying to ignore The theme that keeps repeating From Call of Duty 4

by John K. Samson on album Winter Wheat

For now I know we are alone here Still we should be prepared to leave I've found a place where I have hidden Supplies and books and sleeping bags And I'll sing in my prescriptions From our fort out in

by John K. Samson on album City Route 85

Cruel snow, cracked lips, sun lost by four. Cold winces through the cardboard window Where the cobblestone was smashed into glass. And the bare bulb of moon swings over Portage Avenue And lights the i

by John K. Samson on album Slips and Tangles

She found me in high school, it's a Story you have heard before, of Sunlight and the hope for something more And friendship turns to passion, like some Bird that learns to fly There is no time for the

by John K. Samson on album Slips and Tangles

Morning bright, rise Go over your lines Iron your carefully crafted disguise We'd all like to sing It's easy to sigh To sprinkle a handful of plausible lies Our buildings will rise Poke out our own e

by John K. Samson on album Slips and Tangles

Out on the front porch with a kerosene lamp See white-capped waves rolling five feet high But begging these memories for another advance Is like whispering love to the sky I have this picture of you t

by John K. Samson on album Slips and Tangles

Flying, floating, softly spinning swiftly through my dreams Attempts are made and understanding what it really means Trying to hold humanity in life got truly mad Extenuating circumstances always mak

by John K. Samson on album Slips and Tangles

Slouch down in my puke-orange chair and sigh The air is full of nerves and human cells Beside me sits some awkward girl who lies Fell half in love within the airport lounge Captain says "No smoking,

by John K. Samson on album Slips and Tangles

Waking up each morning with confusion in my eyes Wind is biting through to wave hello See in my reflection an exterior of lies Hope this shaky feeling doesn't show As if I have to tell you, there was

by John K. Samson on album Slips and Tangles

Expectations loom and haunt me With these questions I must choose In our minds that youth formed with the Friction of opposing views We're not spilled on grasping whims Kick 'em in, so plain to see St