Aboard a craft bereft of oar, I rowed upstream to find Lenore. Abducted by a bandit or a king from some forgotten war. And mindful of his larval craze, the rhino tropic micro-gaze.
There's a mouse starin' out of the window. His car is trapped in the snow. He's planning a family vacation. But he just can't go. . Around the next corner's a red bird.
Momma sing sing thatcha gotta jibboo.. Papa sing gotta jibboo. . Momma sing sing thatcha gotta jibboo.. Gotta jibboo and keep on drinking, too. . Gotta Jibboo.
I can bend in in sixty-eight ways. I have lived for twelve thousand days. Twenty-eight teeth inside of my head. Grind three types of things and I'm sad that they're dead.
I look into the finance box. Just to check my status. I look into the microscope. See Golgi Apparatus. . Golgi, oh, woe is me. You can't even see the sea.
In the days of my youth, I was told what it means to be a man,. Now I've reached that age, I've tried to do all those things the best I can.. No matter how I try, I find my way into the same old jam..
With so much drama in L B C. It's kinda hard bein' Snoop D O double G. But I, I somehow, some way keep comin' up funky ass shit. Nearly every single day.
And we're glad, glad, glad that you're alive. And we're glad, glad, glad that you'll arrive. And we're glad, glad, glad, glad, glad, glad, glad. And we're glad, glad, glad that you're a glide.
I feel I never told you. The story of the ghost. That I once knew and talked to. Of whom I'd never boast. . For this was my big secret. How I'd get ahead.
I am the pain that beats through your temples. Every morning when you wake up. I am the boy with alcohol poisoning. From all the parties Chris would throw.
I've having a horrible time. Pulling myself together. I've been closing my eyes to find. The old, familiar failures. I've been having a horrible time.
I was a rebel from the day I left school. Grew my hair long and broke all the rules. I'd sit and listen to my records all day. With big ambitions of where I could play.
Yeah. Running my rig around ninety-five. Rockin' and rollin' in overdrive. Yeah, my heart's beating like a jackhammer. It's the midnight ride for the gear jammer.
How it all started, I hardly remember. A casual walk through the park in the winter. All that I wanted was someone I could talk to. It had to be you..
Gul Mudin, pop pop poppy. Fantasy, of kill team. Sergent Gibbs cut off your finger. Andy Holmes put it in a sock. Bravo company third platoon. Pool of blood reflecting the sky.
Give it to me,. Give it to me,. All your love,. All your love,. Give it to me,. Give it to me,. All your love,. All your love,. . And I'll know,. And I'll know,.
Gonna make you. Gonna make you. Gonna make you. All mine. . Gonna love you. Gonna love you. Gonna love you. All the time. . I want you more and more each day.
Try to get some rest,. count backward from ten.. You've gone too long without sleep. I know you won't rest stressed, so give up, just give up.. And don't say no to pills,.
Right!. I'm sitting here with a sharpened blade. Sitting here with a loaded gun. With my back to the sun. Just waiting for you. Waiting for you.. Waiting for you..