Sweet and lovely, was the daughter, of the master of the manor. From the ramparts. She would holler. You can have me for one dollar.. Lady Sadie, Lady Sadie. Lady Sadie, she ain't no lady..
I need this like air in my lungs. This element tears through my bones. It keeps me fighting. Well I, emotions that swim through my veins. A fever that shows in my face.
the lights are on. the tvs off. the floors are flesh and silk. both sinfully soft. skin glides over silk. and silk glides over skin. the penthouse is alive tonight.
(McDonald / McAlinden). Your letter got here this morning. With a bill and a bailiff's warning.. Your postcard's pinned in my kitchen.. My letter's ready for sending..
Start up the car.... Bury your memories.... Call on your lovers. Speaking slow and heavy. Call up your boyfriends. From out by the ocean. While I get my last rites.
Watch me slide over here. Feel me breathe over there. I seen a ghost in our willow. Must've lost his lover somewhere. I been around a few times. Never caught a fever like you.
I get so lost in your eyes. I wish that I could live here for a thousand lives. And your heart feels so wide. I just want you to get close so I can crawl inside.
I know you're afraid, I'll lose Jesus. And I'll choose all the wrong kind of friends. But I've gotta find my own reasons for living. But I can believe it in the end.
Last night I had a dream, I dreamt I died,. The undertaker came for me to carry me all awry. I couldn't afford a coffin, embalming tonight. I jumped up off my death bed cos I'm too poor to die.
Picture yourself in a boat on a river. With tangerine trees and marmalade skies. Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly. A girl with kaleidoscope eyes.
Socialite, for the night and take me out. Oversight, wouldn't try to pick me back up 'cause you find it in my eyes. . Sunlight, fading torrent, my hands broken.
I kiss the ground on which you walk. I kiss the lips through which you talk. I kiss the city of New York. Where I first met you. . You're my doll and don't forget it.
Somewhere on a South Pacific island. Sits a young man staring at the surf. His native girlfriend died a death quite violent. A tribal sacrifice made to the earth.
Shake Some Action, Psychotic Reaction. No Satisfaction, Sky Pilot, Sky Saxon. That's what I like, that's what I like. . Blitzkrieg Bop to the Jailhouse Rock.
You've got the look. The silky silicon skin. The airbrushed eyes, the front page disguise. Under the knife. Peeled back a revelation. The store bought lies induced this mutilation.
La alarmanee g, la det ringe. Rockn roll har blitt klisj. Unge friske folk som lever ut mytene. Forvandles om til gamle bitre grinebitere. . Det er et kav at de leker store, snakker piss.
I've been wasting my time drinking whisky and I. sleep on the side that you lay. And reading the letters you've sent through the years. I smile as each tear hits the page.
There's time before the sun wakes up and grabs me. And drags me through another day. You think someone up there can't stand me. I guess I'm just vain.
Over the airwaves, under the radar. Say it again it's not sinking in. Losing transmissions, family traditions. You can lead a boy to water. But you can't make him listen to you.
(R.J. Johnson/The Honeyrods). She paints her face. with her pretty red lipstick. laugh at me when I make. another fool slip. I can't see what she wants from me.