Good evening Mr. Waldheim. and Pontiff how are you?. You have so much in common. in the things you do. And here comes Jesse Jackson. He talks of Common Ground.
When you're in a dream. and you think you've got your problems all nailed down. Pieces of the scheme. Seem to rattle up and to rattle down. And when you start to fall.
Hey, if that ain't the rock'n'roll animal himself, what you doing bro.. (Standing on the corner). Well, I can see that, what you got in your hand. (Suitcase in my hand).
Well, you covered your tracks. and now I can't see you. You had your ashes scattered at sea. There's no grave to visit no tombstone to look at. You were in the NY Times obituary.
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Hey girl, got no regrets. That might have been the best love yet.. Its a Goodbye world. Just passing through it.. And dont worry Ill be alright. Im out of the dark and into the light..
I got my t-shirt and sneakers on. No one to mess around with fate. It feels so wrong. I'm gonna live it up tonight. Forgetting those who dim my light.
One, two, three, four. . If we hadn't won the war. And I was calling all the shots. And what I believe was done. If we hadn't sent 'em there to die. You'd be sure that we'd be doing it again.
I played the part, my friend,. I tried to break her and I don't know why.. But she's leaving me today,. It's so much clearer in the bright sunshine.. Well it seems like I've lost my touch,.
Mainstream to DIY. DIY to get organized. Organized kids. Invincible youth. Liberate. Extract the truth. . Monolithic corporations. This situation we gotta fold.
I'm gone. So long I'm moving on. There's nothing to discuss. Been treated wrong. And I waited way to long. I've just had enough. You taunt and tease. Try to bring me to my knees.
Gold teeth and lemon haze. Repeated for seven days. Reverb and tape delays. Ice cream and ultra phase. Fast food and microwaves. Physical burn and fade.
Whoa, my eyes. Whoa, closing slowly. . Don't you try to take me down. Don't you try to take me over. Won't you try to break me?. . The complexities moving in.
It's January 1970, do you remember me?. You put me on a boat across the sea in the name of victory. But much to my surprise when I arrived. There was no welcoming committee.
We're caught in a cross roads. Me and my friends. Just trying to figure out now what to do with ourselves. Working my day job. I feel I'm selling out.
A rare and blistering sun shines down on grace Cathedral Park. There with you I fear the time, when air gets dark. You know I don't spend days like this.
Sister woke me up as he fell out of the sky. There's a golden place. Where the angels crash and die. You can jab and poke. . But what did you ever give?.
We were young. You were the queen of light. Youd sit and vibe. When out of time. Your blue green lashes collide. When it was done. It sounded alright.
Watch out for those girls. The ones that go after you heart. They dig inside your chest. And slowly tear you apart. They dont care what you say. They dont care how you feel.
Dont move Im right here. Ill stay by your bedside. No I wont go anywhere. If I could Id place this all on me. Just to give you a fighting chance. . All these tubes and machines.