JOSIE. I got away from him. I never thought I could. Sweet independence tastes so damn good. He said I was useless. Just a waste of space. I believed it.
BIG SUE. Mother clutches the head of a dying son. Anger and tears, so many things to feel. Sensitive boy, good with his hands. No one mentions the unmentionable.
I want to leave when I see you coming. My time spent waiting for the end to all of this. Won't remember me. Please don't remember me. . Your cause for stealing kills me.
LEIGH BOWERY. Ich Bin Kunst, can't you see. Look at you, then look at me. I am art, you're parody. Ich Bin Kunst. Je suis art, tres, tres debonair,. Because you don't, because I dare.
LEIGH BOWERY. . LEIGH. Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the biggest freak of all?. . LEIGH. I've had a man or two. In fact I've had a few. In dark and dingy places.
BILLY. There was a time when I believed. That you had power over me. I woke up and the fear was gone. I found the strength to carry on. You twisted my reality and all my possibilities.
I swear now when did I become for sale as. they bargain for my head and my heart. If I. had the chance I'd kill this Florida sun, cause. summer is tearing me apart. Now when did I.
This silence is killing me, cause I got a secret,. a secret to tell. Some things are better left. unsaid, but I never learned my lesson, all that. well. So who's laughing now? Yeah who's laughing.
In low light you can see my insides. Until morning comes by. Stay with me 'til sunrise. Stay with me tonight. . Sunrise. Stay with me tonight. Sunrise.
I've known some painted ladies that sparkled in the light. Country girls that loved the lovers moon. Some I never really knew, though I always wanted to.
They say that I'm the kind of man who always speaks his mind. To me there's nothing stronger than the truth. You can ask me almost anything and I'll tell you like it is.
I wish I was back in Liverpool. Liverpool town where I was born. Where there ain't no trees, no scented breeze. No fields of waving corn. But there's lots of girls with peroxide curls.
I had this image of you. You had this image of me. And your image would talk to my image. And my image would talk to your image. And somewhere along the way.
Oh, this death, moment by moment. Darker and darker, down and down. I feel your cold breath, I feel your cold breath. Oh, this death, moment by moment.
I been lost and all alone like a statue made of stone. But now I'm coming home. I fell for a painted face, thought I'd fallen out of grace. But now I'm coming home.
She wore a low-cut black satin dress. Slit up the front and down the back. She wore black high-heeled shoes. With laces that went up her ankles. . She wore black velvet gloves.
Dead men lying on the bottom of the grave.. Wondering when Savior comes. Is he gonna be saved. . Maybe You're a sinner into your alterning life. Maybe you're a joker, maybe you deserve to die.
I have a home. Longing to roam. I have to find you. I have to meet you. . Signs of your face. Slowing your pace. I need your guidance. I need to seek my inner vision.
(D. Dickers). I could write a symphony. or kill you with stupidity. your eyes the wouldn't even blink. I'm not your type of man I think. I'd gladly give my heart to you.
Now they're swerving when I give. And now it's turning away from my impression at all. It's choleric months in baritone. But waiting for the tide out.