This was before you were born. & we were over the hill. down on the street where you lived. the scent of it lingers still. we had a place in the clouds.
Violently awoken by your heartbeat once again. was it just another dream you had. I'm halfway to the moment when I'm really gonna need you. & I don't think I can make it back.
Na na na na. . There are figures on earth that advance how we think and take us higher. But I look up to the clowns, paid crazed and acclaimed and I aspire.
is sitting around in the sun. the water's high and the tide hides you there. It all leads to the prize and to the girl in mind. The endless race to the end of the line.
Fear loves the night. Loves the night. . Sunrise fear. Hold me closer. Sky is blown. Sky is blown. . Fear; wild my spirit. Has no allies. Fusion. . Here in my head.
It's a temporary world in which we live. The cycle continues we take and we give. As the tone of our connections resonate on. . I remember your voice whispering 'it's alright'.
You're giving up they're taking over.. Grab your keys and bonus check and run.. A new perspective now you're older.. I don't see the point in going on..
50 days before the hun. my brothers in the cheap seats. came up with an ingenious plan. came up with a brilliant scheme. they would smile as they'd smile in the stocks.
Oh, beautiful America, land of the free, raped and wasted youth. If I had just one wish that I could give to you. I'd ask for you to serve me as your finest dish.
What goes up must come down. here in this town. of fools and philosophers. some truth here is built on dreams unfilled. here in this town. of concrete and fake.
Water broken voice, saturates a microphone. Into a receiver with no tongue. Offering little to what it knows. . Then a silence so heavy, broken hearts fall from throats.
FUNERAL FOR A FRIEND LYRICS. . "10 Scene Points To The Winner". . Ink stained fingers promise everything and nothing. And therein lies the story. Its no easy sentiment, a conscious effort.
a name. I recognise that name. It was at the center of some ticker tape parade. The lead story,. A fine example. A name, a name. A name I recognise that name.
Words. Words and expressions. All these confessions. Of where we stand. How I see you. And you see me. Dedications of symmetry. Together we will be. forever..
We're seldom equipped for loss, loss of any magnitude. Eliminating the awareness for pain there is only one truth. All good things must end. . Get the .25 ringing in my head.
Well she's a fast damn woman. She's a lovin' machine. And she's been around the block if you know what I mean. Spent the last 40 years just scopein' the scene.
Sup.... Comes in a box. It will fuck you up. It speaks so softly to you. tell you to have a sup. It's moselle, chablis, ros, reisling. When you think it's gone.
Another night, said l have to calm down. Another day, be another red light yeahh. l heard the sounds see l heard this on the one tell me. ln my hand, whoaaaa-oh, your hand.
In 197666 I was a born. A bastard and a son of a bitch. And I am sick. Sick, sick, sick. . In 197666 I nailed. A G.I. Joe to a crucifix. And I am sick.
Once eric said "come gather 'round I'll tell a tale that is sure to astound un-somnambulist that's awake see he don't sleep talkin' talkin' ne break walkin' nut you don't believe oo-ooh no,.