Doctors played your dosage like a card-trick. Scrabbled down the hallways yelling, "Yahtzee!". I brought books on Hopper, and the Arctic. Something called, "The politics of lonely".
So you think there's someone missing. Somebody to hug and kiss and then still be friends. So you think there's more than singing. Reading magazines about the scream.
I was accosted late one night,. A stone's throw from home,. By a staggering drunk. Whispering to me. How beautiful is the moon?. He said and smiled at me.
Monday's no fun, Tuesday's the same. Wednesday's might go out, at least something. Thursday's the day after Wednesday. Friday's I go out, at least something.
I wish I'd been a sailor,. Setting sails towards new shores. I woulda been the king of Venice. If it had been my choice. . This is no average feeling.
Have another one, yeah. Have more of all, yeah. Sitting on a spaceball, looking smart. Making babies, breaking hearts. . Have another one, yeah. Never ending fun.
Our children will always hear. Romantic tales of distant years. Our gilded age may come and go. Our crooked dreams will always glow. . Stick with me, oh you're my best friend.
I have no business, asking you the words. I know the reason, you exaggerate. I know the answers, to all your demands. I have no secrets. . I'm not your heartbreaker.
Maybe I could understand how You called the darkness light. Maybe I could understand how You made the waters flee. Maybe I could understand how You gave all creation life.
Came from Arizona with a twin finned board, thought he could ride the waves. Five hundred bucks from a surfing contest, he headed off to the North Shore. Messed with the Hui and they took his stuff the waves weren't going his way. Met a guy named turtle and he took him in boy that's when he had it made..
Start The Bleeding, Start The Pain. To This Place Their Going To Take Me Away. Don't Want To Be Here In This Grip Of Shame. I Tear My Eyes Out In This Torturous Gaze.
All your life you were billed to be a star. Well take a good look now you haven't gone that far. And I ask you are they crying over you tonight?. Or are they laughing at you tonight?.
Living on a farm road. Takin' all your time slow. Cheerin' from the bleachers. Don't you wish your life was gold?. I bet you do. . Passing out your lighter.
I feel, feel...Feel the world has reached an ending,. So here,here....heres the words im sending. Excuses are making and im not taking. . .. . Still you try, to hide the truth from me.
Oh baby, baby what can I do?. You know you drive me crazy when I'm looking at you. The summer's really here and it's time to come out. Time to discover what fun is about.
Hey, hey, hey. Hey, hey, hey. Hey, hey, hey. . You come up to me saying that you can see. While the whole of things, your useless. Say you're not a friend, drives you 'round the bend.
Hyperballad - twilight singers (cover of a bjork song). . We live on a mountainRight at the topThere's a beautiful viewFrom the top of the mountain. Every morning I walk towards the edgeAnd throw little things offLike:Car parts, bottles and cutleryOr whatever I find lying around.
How Many Summers Do We Have Left?. Song/Lyrics by R. Egan. . You'd better send me away. Cos I'd never quit and it's just too late. Some conversation melts in the rain.
come along, im a hired gun and well shoot ourselves towards the western sun well drive through palm to evergreen its hazy but i like the scene. when i sing you sing along the bars close and we both stumble back home i know that i can be so damn dark but you are spark you are a spark.