Drink, Sex, Cigarettes. Ford Cortina household pets. Bombs? War? Famine? Death?. An apathetic public couldn t care less. . The Public watches ITV. Reads The Sun drinks cups of tea.
Ever since they put you away. Things haven t been quite the same. They cut off all your lovely hair. And gave you a brand new brain. Sent you to university.
All is quiet all is dead. The city has melted. The sound has penetrated. Through our heads. The world has ended the gas is gone. It killed the people now the mutants live on.
I saw the advert on my TV screen. Slimline girls and a tea machine. Housewife proud of her shiny floor. As if that's what she was living for. The cat who had his teeth pulled out.
Tonight my mind aint right. You ask me to call later on. In search of solitude tonight. Is there any cure for being alone?. . That sweet touch is what I miss.
Mary was a friend of mine. Very close at heart to me. I had to let her fly away. Into the night an angel to be. . Nothing more that hurt me so. Than to stand and say goodbye.
I've got all the time in the world. I've got a sweet loving daddy's little girl. You need a minute just take your time. You need an hour you can borrow mine.
In the haze I see me. In the maze I search for me. There are just traces of me. (There are just traces). In the haze I see me. . A trip to mind. To the source of fright.
So many darkened days have passed. So many lonely nights I've had to last. Distance to light and happiness. Feels infinite, I couldn't joy in this less.
I already for the hoe, okay. I need a palace, this shit is easy. I need a challenge, I get this money. She know I got it,. Mami you ready hop on and ride my Ducati.
Rollin' down the highway, runnin' by the cotton fields. Saw a sign I know I want to see again. Pretty young woman wearing skin-tight britches. And a T-shirt wetter than a snake-skin.
Well, things are gonna change for me these nights. Don't want out my head and feel all right. Dark side of my mind ain't made one sound. Feel like someone else but I don't feel down.
Written by Jack Rhodes and Joe Hayes. . How many times have, you heard someone say. If I had his money, I could do things my way. But little they know, that it's so hard to find.
Circling a face a favorite fanzine talking shit as I load the magazines.. .30-.30 is oiled and ready blunted so you know the nervers are steady.. Got a backstage pass all access packin' a gat where it's strapped you can't guess..
Warm-blooded, god-fearing and I bleed red.. Primal Instinctive like my meat dead!. . Who's not a sinner oh what a winner suffering. my gut 'cause I'm greedy as @%#..
An open letter to the Rev. Jesse Jackson. . We, the members of the Mojo family,. feel that your actions and retoric as a self professed leader. of the black community are in fact detrimental to the very.
Hello, this is Sally Smothers. Like me you probably noticed that in America our inner cities. Are filled with people who call a sewer grate home. And some can't remember their last meal.
I mag wann du lachst wann du ganz offen bist. Wann i's schaff' daß d' a Zeit lang alles andere vergißt. I mag die Stund'n allein in an Wirtshaus am Meer.
Artist: Strings of Atlas. Writer/composer: Atlas Cage. Song: Art and Commerce. Some days I just want to get rest and. Some days I just cant sit still.