I feel again I'm coming home. To find the place I feel alone. My television friends have gone. Now I can take my time to talk about them. They're nice to me, they smile to me.
"don't be a good neighbour to her. I'll send a love letter. Straight from my heart, fucker!. You know what a love letter is. It's a bullet from a fuckin' gun, fucker!.
I told the Tower of Power we can work together. But I guess they rather see wars and scars better. Street veterans holding enemy Bandera. And then we're caught up in the web of the Guerra.
Joaquin:. It's seven and a half sharp this things about to start. My whole crew's being torn apart. By a spark of the greed 'cause everybody needs. And if you're in the way they spray you bleed.
Sonny:. Now I'm tired of makin' all these other mothafuckas money. While they sit back and leave it all up to sonny. It's been a long time I've worked for these lying pieces of shit.
Gather, ye, gather, ye, 'round. A tale of magic I'll expound to all. Hear, ye, hear, ye, what I found. My story surely will astound you all. . I'll tell a tale, I'll sing to you my story.
Been in love a time before. But it didn't work out right. This love for you, I can't ignore. I tried to run but I just can't hide, no, no. . Girl, I put my trust in you.
Ya tu sabes, pa to la jente que movieron la cadera. Aqui esta otra cosita caliente, mucha sabrosura. Proyecto uno otra vez con mi jente de reel 2 reel.
They tore down an eyesore in less than an hour. And the dust rose like the Eye of God in a chemical flower.. That broken space is my broken offering..
(Lusman / Micko). Hari-hari datang t'rus berganti. Arahkan langkahku kian pasti. Hadapi semua yang s'lalu halangi. Wujudkan mimpiku selama ini. Rintangan 'kan s'lalu datang menghadang.
Joe:. This city's sleeping like a soldier. trapped inside of an iron lung,. Machines can keep you breathing. but what happens when you find a new war's begun?.
Takes a dried up ballpoint, lemon juice and water, keeps 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.
All answers seem to come to easily, to you the word rhetorical is wrong. these questions blur the things we need to see and simplicity beneath a song I try to make her see there is no way. attem.
Drains her fifth and spits out a greek translation*. She slurs "how much more bullshit you got left? 'cause you been feeding me this crap about 'free speech' and 'thought-police' like I'm supposed to sit and swoon". It takes three more rounds till the subject changes and in that time she lays it down: "Fuck Larry Flynt and any campaign to silence women standing up and fighting back. And I fuck to cum, so don't lay your 'repressed' shit on me. I fuck to cum. Fuck your blessed Trinity. I'm so sick of needle-dicks and (selective) first-amendments. I can out-think, out-drink, out-fuck-you-all so fuck your bullshit 'femi-nazi' crap, no needle-dick's gonna silence me. I fuck to cum.".
I'm losing my voice talking to you about talking to you. Reading your books and wearing your clothes. Nobody knows that they're not mine. I guess that just fits with all this living around.
Flickering on, sad to see the season. Come and gone away. My black-eyed friends couldn't stay. I'm afraid. . Now I'm left with a mess. I'm way too overdressed for casual guests in time.
"Keep your head up", I said. As she kept it down. I know this time it's hard. But swallow that frown. . 'Cause if you keep your eyes closed, you never will know.