The trick is this: don't get caught. You pick a fence, you pick the lock. The trick is this: clean out the store and never buy. The trick is this: we are as one, we don't work for anyone.
Do you want to judge me. Or do you want to judge my art. No, of course it's me. You've come to try. . You'd like me to be just a pretty face. Or a grinning bete noire.
It's easy to see how everything is loosely. Put into a box to describe how. Well it is working. but can you tell me. How did she knock me off of my feet.
Silver grey with age and all the wiser. Holding every haunt and every minor. She stares, watching you. . Phases as she pleases in the black. Wearing every wrinkle, every crack.
May I bring you up to date?. We are living in the 20'th century not in the 18'th. May I bring you up to date, sir?. We are not alive at all. . This isn't Napoleon, this isn't Bonaparte, this is fate.
Allen - Cox - Gray. Michael Allen: Drums, Percussion. Mark Cox: Organ, Percussion. Andrew Gray: Guitar, Percussion.
Little wild one, my little wild one. Oh, I love my girl fine. But when I need a wild time. Little wild one, I'll come back to you. . All the girls at school.
lantern. . i cursed the breath of the sea. spelled as poetry. the dreams i could explore. i left them by the door. . i watched the lanterns tilt. through days of darkened guilt.
I'm going crazy. And you mess with my head. Better off losing than better off dead. I can't find a reason. And I don't want to rhyme. This all belongs to me, you say it's not mine.
Takes a dried up ball-point, lemon juice and water, keeps a diary invisibly, In the kitchen corner of a basement bachelor suite there's a certain search for certainty, you know we'll never see her hands touch her childhood home in photos that she took. It's one more omission from a high school history book; how whole lives get knifed and pushed aside. To whom it may concern....
My city's still breathing but barely it's true. Through buildings gone missing like teeth. The sidewalks are watching me think about you. All sparkled with broken glass.
Had one of those days when you wanna try heroin. Drunk driving some form of soft suicide. Sitting in silence and staring at ceilings. Or peeling the paint off of things to confide.
I've been struck down. I'm all numb. everything is gone. . That's great. I love to hate. no I'm not down. . By the way - I don't like. Your smile. . So you think you love him.
You're the law, we believe in. most of all, because that's how we are. so naive, and you knew it. can't believe, you would use it. landing heart (?). low enough, for somebody like you to hurt.
The sky is blue. and I love you. so she said. now love is dead. . In fields so green. I lost my way. I lost that dream. I had one day. . Another place.
Hey - Hello May. Love in June. Stay forever. Yeah, yellow hair. I love you. My summer girl. . I've been sleeping, wasting time. And making lots of plans.
She comes from Ireland,. She's very beautiful. I come from Brisbane,. But I'm quite plain. She's from the mountains,. So close to heaven. Skies on her shoes and.
And so it goes the deadly game. It never ends the squirrel-wheel of death is here. . Forcefeeded end when life begins. It's planted in our skin too deep to be seen.
Gone are the flames. Gone is the world of mystery. The slaughter that. Is gonna stay that way. One man he waits. One man's a-dancing to his grave. Who do I follow.
Louisiana. Come, go away with me. We'll take the highway. I'll see you in between. . I listen to my head. And every word have come. It's been two days without it.