She buys me drugs,. cigarettes, and alcohol,. I think that's pretty cool,. and that's all right with me,. and later on at night,. she wraps me up so tight,.
Are you down with it?. Are you down with it?. Are you down with it?. . In my words that I mend. Hand in hand, across the land. For the line in time. Peace of mind for all mankind.
Aiyo, slippery slurp slip, nigga, chirped off, two sniffs of cocaine. This motherfucker broke the glass in my whip. Try'nna dip on this twenty dollar bill, I had on my dashboard.
I stretch my hands,. clutch vacant laughter. in silence and sweet, sweet pain;. without demand,. but with a longing. for what will never come again.. I smell your perfume.
THE VOICES House. Wet Vaults. Caissons. We breathe.... OF THE Undercroft. Abutments. Stones. Wood. Breathe.... HOUSE Buttresses. Bressumers. Spandrels. We Breathe....
(Immediately afterwards, Madeline Usher enters, in a trance). MADELINE Carriages at seven. I shall wear the flower he gave me. It's so cold here. deep beneath the lapping water....
CHORUS Three endless days of bitter grief passed. and Montresor abandoned any attempt to cheer his friend.. Then came a sudden change in Usher's. demeanour, whose significance he was soon to comprehend..
THE CHORUS The chorus has often an unenviable role to play,. often a distasteful task to perform;. summoned as witness to uncounted crime,. she's the silent accomplice of all,.
(The following morning). MADELINE That must be Montresor.... Good morning! Oh, how lovely to see you -. since Roderick told me you were coming. I have been so excited..
CHORUS Late that evening the Lady Madeline. again succumbed to the power. of her dark afflictions.. Her brother and her friend sat by her. and Montresor, although familiar with many.
Sometimes it's very scary here; sometimes it's very sad;. sometimes I think I'll disappear; betimes I think I have.. There's a line snaking down my mirror :.
How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore. And a Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot in the Caribbean by providence impoverished,. In squalor, grow up to be a hero and a scholar?.
One time I spent a week inside a little country jail. And I don't guess I'll ever live it down. I was sittin' at a red light when these two men came and got me.
we pay high and holy debt. no tears of passionate regret. shall stain this votive lay. i'll worthy beaumont were the grief. that fling it self on wild relief.
seize the sun with my guilty hand. i chased the black dragon at the sky. the day no longer view the joy. whisper me in this cosmic view. when last scene farewell last goodbye.
Hiding in the shower. Third floor recluse. Flying fifteen hours. Falling in the arms of two. . Walking down the aisle. Exercise of absurdity. Each step feels like a mile.
wish i knew how to be the color blue. cause it hangs around when no one else can comfort you. if you want to be alone then just say so. 'cause the power is yours because you took my heart.
Your eastcoast smile. Wasn't worth my while. Boy I'm afraid. You're coming back again. . Just fade out. Just fade away. Into my past. Like acid wash. .
I saw the sun, though it didn't shine. Gave up no shadows, gave out no way to know the time. No wind to blow the silver leaves. . The drone of clever talk just stopped.
I'd like to join the army. Don't want to join the war. I'd take my place in line hell. Never go AWOL. . We keep on marching forward. And never will retreat.