I'm not sure what's going on. Can't seem to cope I've gone beyond. Sense to me is obsolete. Can find a strength in a brief retreat. . Sights and sounds they start to blur.
It's a scheme. Theres a fiend. Why is my head spinning round in my dreams?. It's a time and a place. Why are all these lights popping up in my face?. .
Deep in your mind there is another side. A morbid truth one cannot hide. Unimaginable gore was your past time high. To hear people scream, to watch them die.
I told you once but I will say it again. When you live the flesh it's the beginning of the end. . It will take you in, it will spit you out. Behold the flesh and the power it holds.
Where is the person that could have been. Who, what took over, when did the end begin. Should we not prepare for the uncertain. Mysteries of our life, of our destiny.
Where is the person that could have been. Who, what took over, when did the end begin. Should we not prepare for the uncertain. Mysteries of our life, of our destiny.
I ain't gonna be no sellout. I ain't gonna be one of them. I'm gonna be independent. And play my music the best that I can. . I ain't gonna pay them corporations no mind.
By dean friedman. . Pick up the sunday news I need my funny papers. Little orphan annie and me have a rendezvous at 3:00. With mary worth and dick tracy..
By dean friedman. . Hurry home from high school. set the dinner table.. Straighten out the living room. child you're in full bloom.. Draw yourself a warm bath. douse yourself with perfume..
Fiume Sand Creek (Fabrizio De Andre'). Si sono presi i nostri cuori sotto una coperta scura. sotto una luna morta piccola dormivamo senza paura. fu un generale di vent'anni, occhi turchini e giacca uguale.
DEANDRE's VERSE. I'm tired of makin plans on my own,. I'm tired of makin the jokes on me baby,. No matter what I'm doing girl it's wrong,. Tell me why your love is so hard to please yeah,.
I've got wanderlust so deep inside. I like to travel, make big strides. Go round. alThough it might be shaky ground. And what I like from head to toe.
We're just whistling past the graveyard. Laughing in backseats and restaurants. Don't know ourselves well but so what. We know each other. Floating down from all my mixed up meditations.
I was born with wings. And a heart that sings. Believing the sun was gold. And mine to hold in my hands. . So you held me over. High above your shoulders.
Gone to the forest. Pacing and tracing the floor between the trees. A figure walking. Placing the feeling before my sodden feet. . Is this my, is this my, is this my final thawing.
Arrested mind don't hold. Estranged to the memories. I found my way is to bold. On the high I'm strung. I'll never get me down on ground. And I thought I'm there.
Incarcerated-Begin New life. Your Virgin Ass is thrown in a cell. Your Home is Now Behind Bars. The Land of Homos is Where You Dwell. . Your former life has ended.
Bestiality commited By their Mother. Pillaged, Raped By their father. Born and Raised for Sexuality. Incest within - is Reality. A Son Not Wanted to carry His Name.
A morbid beauty, glows in resonation. Mercurial signs they read, make real our minds. True fascinations for now we're rolling. And kinda golden as time keeps folding.