Oceanside boulevard. its not that hard. inside communication i stare deep in silent concentration. as i focus on the base of your neck. its these things that make the changes so easy to forget.
Rows of condos and birds as helicopters. I had a headache where you left. give up something, and it's luke warm blood. telephones have eyes. to rip our feelings through.
how did you get it in your head, mr. bonaparte. that everything you did and said would amount to law. and all of the players and pieces on the map you drew.
When the sun comes up. in the nuclear sky. and the life we had. has blown up and died. we will shed no tear,. we will skip no beat. and we will walk right down.
Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain. He knows what's best for you. . You get what you want what you get what you want. what you get what you want what you get what you want what you..
You are the warmth of the sun, the sun. I am like your shadow,. Happy faces, sad eyes. Told the story of the land. No trace left, of what we are. Only the burning sand.
Saying 'I Love you' is not the words. I want to hear from you. It's not that I want you not to say. But if you only knew. How easy it would be to show me how you feel.
There are so many reasons that I find to run to you. 'Cos there's so little loving in my life, now I am away. And thinking about it I want things back how they used to be.
Everything is wonderful, being here is heavenly,. Every single day she sends, everything is free. I used to be so careless, as if I couldn't care less,.
Commuting - communicating - touching base. Computing - evaluating - a paper chase. A mover - a man in motion - solid state. Perfection - a man of action - never late.
Ich lag am himmelblauen Swimmingpool. in meinem Liegestuhl in Kenia. als ich mit altbewährtem Kennerblick. ein Mädchen superchick im Wasser sah.. Ich mach' mich wie ein Tiger an sie ran.
Abends ging ich durch die Straßen. und sah einen Schatten steh'n. . dann sind alle Lampen ausgegangen. und was kam. das war so wunderschön.. . Dich erkenn' ich mit verbund'nen Augen.
Mit meiner Ba-la-la-la-laika. war ich der König auf Jamaica.. Und manche Schöne dort entbrannte. . weil sie mein Instrument noch gar nicht kannte.. Es waren wundervolle Nächte.
Dunkel war die Nacht ein Vogel sang. und ich ging allein am Fluß entlang. da sah ich Dich dort am Ufer stehn. und Du gingst mit mir es war so schön. .
Mädchen mit den traurigen Augen. du hast geweint.. Du hast in schlaflosen Nächten vieles versäumt.. Bleib' nicht im einsamen Zimmer. öffne die Tür. . ich bin der Mann.
Millenni di sonno mi hanno cullato. ed ora ritorno. Qualcosa cambiato. non scorgo segnale che annunci la vita. eppure l'avverto ci son vibrazioni.. Che cosa vedranno tra poco i miei occhi.
Ooh, gonna be like a dog. Lay flat on my back. Pull my feet off the ground. Ooh, let my head hit the sack. . I'm muscle in plastic. Nyjinsky's bad move.
We put the clocks forward. We put the clocks back. The mirror is never fooled. It remains slow moving liquid cool. As we speed headlong into the berzah.
Moto browniano,. particelle di polline,. pulviscolo londinese.. Un frammento della Sfinge. e altro. sospesi in acqua.... Provo sdegno verso alberi e fogliami,.
The man of shadows thinks in clay. Dreamed trapped thoughts of suffocation days. He's seen in iron environments. With plastic sweat out of chiseled slits for eyes.