Don't stop. Don't keep me hanging on. Keep it up. I've been waiting. All night long. Watching what you're doing. Seeing what you feel. I think I'm still confusing.
I'm sorry for the mayhem I have caused. I feel regret about the pain I have inflicted. . The temptations to cross the line. All the souls I have declined.
You are just influencing public, making decisions. Re-elections controlling your life. Representing politics from a corrupt state. . Your political repression is stripping our rights.
Death is knocking on my door. Do not hesitate and please, do come in.. Be my guest and stay some more. . Read my books, you appear in most of them. . Do not fool me with illnesses.
Als het spook van de angst rondwaart. iedere nuance de nek omdraait. Als de haat woekert onder mensen. angst, boosheid en verdriet ontkiemen. . Bang voor de atoombom, aids en immigranten.
Jij heult met de vijand. Praat naar de mond. Geld in je ogen. Je leugens zijn rond. . Veel zonden, veel winst. Collega's in strijd. Spijt allerminst. De weg ben je kwijt.
We'll write a song and play it loud. It makes us feel good. when we scream and shout. It's what we like, it's what we'll do. We'll play it for no-one else but you.
It crushes me to know she's ignored. Throw up, hang up, this one, is for no one. Show me how, it is, inside. Show who, I am, this time. . To give, to let you.
One day there will be no more pain like an opiate wonderland. No more worry, it will all just end. . And all our forward movement will finally cease. .
Life is a prison. Imagined by the demons within. It's in your head so get the fuck out and come see me. . I will give you every ounce of my being. I will give you the strength.
I have seen all your faces. Wherever the lights get dim it all feels the same to me. . You expect me to fail. So go ahead and choke me on down. . What are these fucking restrictions.
There's a new sensation. A fabulous creation. A danceable solution. To teenage revolution. . Do the strand love, when you feel love. It's the new way that's why we say.
Step up and forfeit your frontal lobe. To the sexed-up stroll of celebrity. Never mind that the nanoseconds in between. Are some of the darkest darkness that you've ever seen.
Cold and drizzly night in Chicago's deep dish. Fluorescent light of the bathroom. Shows my hands as they are. See an eyelash on my cheek. . Pick it off and make a wish.
Life use to be lifelike.. Now it's more like showbiz.. I wake up in the night & I don't know where the bathroom is.. And I don't know what town I'm in or what sky I am under..
So many things to name. So many things to know the name of. So many ways to classify into different and the same of. So many stories to read. Just to be considered up to speed.
Lots of folks back East, they say. Is leavin' home every day. Beatin' the hot old dusty way. To the California line. . 'Cross the desert sands they roll.
Perpetrating counter culture she is walking through the park. First light ugly and more muscular than the dark. Pushing poems at the urban silence. Drawing portraits of the passers-by.