non fiction

• black crowes'un amorica albümünden komik sözleri olan tatlı şarkı:
  
  i don't know my telephone number
  but you kiss good and i'd like to
  see you tomorrow
  and i don't beg, i pay, i don't barter
  and if we had a child i'd like a son,
  not a daughter
  'cause she'd be just like you
  you know that would not do
  i'm no builder, i'm no gardener
  i sing some songs, have a friend
  who's a photographer
  there ain't no other language
  i know how to speak
  some like their water shallow
  and i like mine deep
  tied to the bottom
  with a noose around my feet
  chorus:
  the clouds conspire
  above my head
  i overheard them
  say i wish he was dead
  today the sunset
  burned my eyes
  and in the next room i hear someone cry
  i like to dress up like the jury
  to eat like a king, to poke fun at clergy
  to talk like dirt
  to love yo like tar
  but never fall in too fast
  with my north star
  while you pull your hair out
  i buy the drinks at the bar