He's a friend of the Smithereens, an old pal of Eddie Vedder.
For a good few years there weren't any pitchers better.
He loved R.E.M. and he played a Rickenbacker guitar,
but for a night on the town with Mike Mills you get hit pretty hard.
Maybe I'm just too demanding
Maybe I'm just like my father too bold
Maybe you're just like my mother
She's never satisfied (She's never satisfied)
Why do we scream at each other?
This is what it sounds like
When doves cry
el caballo loco wrote:You go on walking down the street,
I ain't got no love, I ain't the kind to meet.
But you'll never break, never break, never break, never break
This heart of stone. Oh, no, no, this heart of stone,
You'll never break this heart of stone.
You go on walking down the street,
I ain't got no love, I ain't the kind to meet.
But you'll never break, never break, never break, never break
This heart of stone. Oh, no, no, this heart of stone,
You'll never break this heart of stone.
If you could look me in the eye
And tell me what you see
Maybe you can tell me why
I let you torture me
I know that your lips are soft
And they sing the sweetest songs
But I've been listenin' long enough
My heart has turned to stone
el caballo loco wrote:When I'm watchin' my T.V.
And that man comes on to tell me
How white my shirts can be
But he can't be a man 'cause he doesn't smoke
The same cigarrettes as me
When I'm watchin' my T.V.
And that man comes on to tell me
How white my shirts can be
But he can't be a man 'cause he doesn't smoke
The same cigarrettes as me
Now you're gone, and it's hotels and whiskey and sad-luck dames
And I don't care if they miss me, I never remember their names
They say if you get far enough away, you'll be on your way back home
Well, I'm at the station, and I can't get on the train.