(an outtake that will surface somewhere, at some point...). . The beadle says I killed them all. My wife, my screaming child. I'm dying in the morning.
Sometimes I look into your eyes. I'm trying to see the light that shines back at me. Sometimes there's nothing there. Sometimes it's hard to care. Sometimes I'm scared that I don't know.
I was standing on a corner kicking my heels. Had my coat buttoned up beneath my chin. And I saw in some girl's eyes, she thought I was making deals. There was just me and the clock struck out.
Poor heart, what to do?. Dim the light. There's no respite. For you, for you. . Poor heart, can you see?. Will you beat. A sad retreat for me?. Poor heart.
At night, he sits alone and he's looking at the stars. He listens to them playing guitars. Him and Phil go back a long long way. They talked about marching and dying all in one day.
People love to watch you die. And wonderful to tell. People you have never met. Claim to know you well. People love to watch you die. Dig your dignity.
Yesterday he was walking through the park. On the way back from work it was getting dark. He saw autumn trees with their peeling bark. She was sitting on a bench.
Everything's changed and it's all for the best. And it's all gone according to plan. It's out in the open and now it's all over. Three cheers for every woman and man.
In the real world. All that gold. All that silver prove. Is that the powerful own the truth. With their heckle and jeckyll smiles. Down to nickels and dimes.
Girl, sometimes it seems to me. That I don't say the things I should. To you I act like I'm no good. And you wait for me patiently. This house is not a home without you.
In the seconds between the safety unlocks and the shot. The story is clear of distortions and tears and youll know why. . Were on mulholland drive. Can you survive a look inside?.
From the haunts of daily life. Where is waged the daily strife. Common wants and common cares. Cuts the human heart with tears. . Rise like lions after a slumberin'.
Our way back home, through an endless loop tonight. Does it make sense but we look the same at night. I'm late and I'm driving, I'm late and It s driving me mad.
(chorus). Have you ever felt something you couldnt explain. No definition no name just a feeling. No definition no name. I looked at her she looked back at me.
I'm a son of a preacher man, everybody calls him Brother Jim. Seems like I spend my life tryin' to live up to him. Well, he taught me wrong from right but Lord knows I still sin.
Ooh Its such a long, long way to Pasadena. Ooh Its such a long, long way to Pasadena. . Where the dirt track meets the highway. And there aint no time at all.
I bet you think it's funny. Well, take your fancy car. Honey, no you can't keep me. 'Cause I won't let you get that far. . I been lookin' for a woman for so long.
Last night I dreamed. I walked along the paths of paradise. And only God could tell you. What I've seen. . But when I woke my heart was sad. For then I realized.
There's a price on your head, young man. There's a bullet with your name on it. See the posters on the wall. Can you see the posters on the wall?. . There's a price on your head, young man.
Picking up strangers, let me tell you about the dangers. You never know what they're out to get from you. You never know what they're gonna try to do.