[The Sphere:]. Welcome to your fantasy,. this is a journey through the dimension. where lays the thruth of your essence. beyond the reality.
-hard to hear this part:. I am Whore and Holy One. Here to destroy everyone. Harvest Moon and Evil Eye. Behind me the Sun does die-. . He has established the Darkness.
Electric head. Dizzy and red. I think I'm on but I'm stupid again. I wish I could keep that style. Such a perfect style. Then maybe chicks will dig me again.
Everybody has been burned before. Everybody knows the pain. Anyone in this place can tell you to your face. Why you shouldn't try to love someone. . Everybody knows it never works.
ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR!. I'm being myself, I'm all confined. Em's paid to tonight with a hunting knife. A fire, a wiry frightened disease. Agitated and edgy, yaaaaaaay.
What's all this commotion?. You can break the alarm. Restrain, please, don't bite me on the arm. Capricorn Rising. Diligent, she waits. Bright eyes wink.
You hit me like a punch that dropped me to my knees. But upon getting up I found you're everything I need. Your love is but a touch that likes the feel of me.
You're my muse. I see inspiration as it's pouring out of you. And this moment envelopes me. If there is something to believe, believe i wouldn't change a thing.
Everybody come and clap your hands. Don't you know when you dance. You got to smile, oh, you can't cry. Try it a while, you'll be surprised. . Baby, it's rock 'n' roll music.
Verse. Feeling, feeling like I should've said. Something to stop you, something to stop you. But I kept on covering. Stepped on, now smothering. I never miss a chance to miss a chance.
I'm stuck, stuck in a skyscraper. Wasting time riding through elevators. From the top to the bottom, back up again. Standing at the doorway, I swear there's no end.
(music by Tommy Jackson, 1976). Instrumental from the album SUDAN VILLAGE (1976)..
(lyrics and music by James Seals, 1980). From the album THE LONGEST ROAD (1980).. . Well the people in Israel want peace, and the people in Egypt, they cry peace..
Go east of your dream and farm. Let peace and silence spin your yarn. What harm can befall thee. In yon wilderness of clove?. . Go on east of ginger trees.
Earth is my mother, no other my sanctuary. But earth is my prison, my grave and my mortuary. Give me a castle in the sun. Where rainbows have ends and people are one.
I got a call last night from Warren. Somebody told him his band is boring. Warren was crying, he felt so bad. Cause the punks don't like his bell-bottom pants.
I'm not feeling human anymore. Half connected all the time. Each night I document the things I've done. The pointless points I've made for stupid reasons.