The earth. Will save our arms. Well blink tonight. The earth will rot away. Well blink tonight. . I really wish these snakes were your arm. I...I really wish you'd make up your mind.
I don't know what you've been told. I'm hopin' you don't know. Your ears are ringing inside. Think I've got something to hide. . You give up. It's too much.
yo listen up here's a story. about a little guy that lives in a blue world. and all day and all night and everything he sees. is just blue like him inside and outside.
listening, listening. and every hand is framed. that gang of hours. still call themselves a day.. call it shades and subtleties,. enraged, grey generalities, whatever.
Darkness falls like a black leather jacket and melts into the sidewalk like a sleeping drunk.. In the streets, the wind throws yesterday's headlines around..
Do you feel something missing. Deep from inside?. Like a subtle kind of sorrow. And you can't place it, yeah, yeah, yeah. . I've had this hurting before.
When you read the news. Does it make you sick?. Murder, money, politics. . Gonna fill you up. Get your bullshit fix. It's the end of the world. Grab your crucifix.
Evil friend, evil friend [x2]. . It never ends at the death of things. Love will swing, burn everything and sing. . Evil friend. Evil friend, evil friend [x2].
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. . Listen down, you little man. I'm not the one who's tryin' to change you. And if you come to understand it'll be okay, yeah. You need to change it, you need to change it now.
Someday I'll, I'll be better than this. The wheels are turning; change is coming. And I know I will miss. All the good things and the sunny days. That keep me coming out.
Why don't you try harder next time.. You're better safe than sorry but I'm gone. and never coming back again.. So now you think I'm crazy.. Now you know I'm not the one..
It's a small town built on novel objections with white local papers with only corrections. There is grease on the collars and ties, and a life conceived to die. And I can pass you by with that look on my face that says "hey go fuck off," I'm leaving this place, so warm up the pavement hot. To make a nice big parking lot for all those drug stores and bars meant to erase the reasoning why we live here anyway. So fire up you're engines and bring the gasoline and we'll burn this city down. Bring the gas, and I'll bring the lighter. We'll dance in flames of this old town as we watch all the buildings come tumbling down. This is love, this is hell, this was home. It's a bar room filled with branded rejections, we're passing the girls we regret that we slept with. There is stains on the mattress and sheets, in a bed so hard to sleep. With the impressions that drunkenness seems to create, and the swallowing sound that you're jaw seems to make, this is me, into you, and it's ending. For tomorrow I'll pretend to be asleep, as you grab up your shit and take one last look at me. So fire up you're engines and bring the gasoline and we'll burn this city down. Bring the gas, and I'll bring the lighter. We'll dance in flames of this old town as we watch all the buildings come tumbling down. This is love, this is hell, this was home..
I've been dreaming of waking up happy under the sun. In the smog and the traffic and dreams of California. This lonely life takes to I-80 to try and forget.
Tank is full, switch is on. Night is warm, cops are gone. Rocket bike is all her own. It's called a hurricane. . Told me once it's quite a ride. It's shaped so there's this place inside.
from Unreleased. ............................................... . The joke's on the Christmas tree, New Year's is here. The king of the living room's out on his ear.
An angel appeared in a holy vision. Stood by my bedside in shivering light. Spoke my name, told me my mission. I could not believe I was hearing him right.
Conscience has come its incest as always. made us believers. i am not the one. wanting fought off desire. everything is alright by me now. nervous and numb.