We believed it was time to lift off from the land of vertigo. The captain said "despite the wind and tide, you will have to row.". Will that mean that the ones who do not wish to row won't wish to go?.
written by Don Chaffer on 5/27/98 at 0:51. . I'm starting to see. just how I get so lost while I'm looking at the book. inside the Counselor's door. .
One thing I ask of you. This is what I seek. That I may dwell in your house. Feel your pleasure wash over me. . One thing I ask of you. This is what I need.
Another drag from cigarettes. Smoked down to the filter. I know I have to face the change. And now I'm in that game. These are lessons I can't learn. .
So hard when anger's never felt so good. Beauty's only all I want to see. The windows regardless open everything. Funny how we pass them everyday. . You're the lady with her calves all ripped up into seams.
Im feeling sort of playground now. My brush is cocked and colored. The sounds are running rampant. The love it can only be discovered in me. . I wish theyd stop around sometimes.
Music: Jarzombek, Keyser. Lyrics: Keyser. One moment's pause. One moments retreat. Away from the heat .... The silent surroundings. The black of the predawn sky.
Parat-il que je n'ai pas de style, dmagogue aux propos infertiles. Parat- il que je suis un vrai tox, a se voit, regarde un peu mes locks. La rumeur. Parat- il que j'vis en Australie, loin dans le dsert en autarcie.
i hate this past I once created. past events are all my wretched children. i hate all of my children. and I. like saturn will kill and eat them all. now they all must be devoured. past events are all my jealous.
I meant a lot in a word that I said. And I thought a lot, that word said alot. But then I ruined it, I left it out in the cold. I lost a lot because I thought a lot.
My name is, Washboard Sam. But they call me, Lovin' Joe. Listen to what I says. If you really wants to know. . Ooh, baby. Meet me down in lover's lane.
(Instrumental intro). . 'Boy, let's wind some'. . Yes, I worked in a levee camp. Just about a month ago. Says, I worked in a levee camp. Just about a month ago.
so who the fuck do you think you are. have you forgot the past. when you first came around. and you tried to fit in. and be part of whats going on. now who the fuck do you think you are.
Go to sleep in my arms. A soul to keep from all harm. I lie awake in a crystal calm. Your face so sweet till the end of time. . A lullaby. Makes you feel better.
Far out scenery, the year 2000. You like destruction, well let's get started. The country's broke, the kids retarded. Crime stained lovers in cities rotted.
I'm not your steppin' stone. Your kind is lying low. The war that you never won. Laid out in the burnin' sun. . I showed you your world. I tear holes through your phony love.
I'm moving faster into your cold heart. This is a dream rock battered in rage. The sensation overdosed in. Your body is covered in vain. . I'm a message, I'm a bastard.