[right channel] I got fifteen jokers hot as lead. [right channel] I got a Kodak camera in my head. [left channel] I been on the Bowery. [left channel] Been on Beacon Hill.
I drive, I don't know where I'm driving. I am, I don't know what it is to be. You could just find me floating sometimes. Down rivers of tears. I'm sorry.
On the first blank page of a story. Where no feet have walked before. The stones Ill step are staring at me. Drawing footprints toward the shore. . Furrowed brow on the bank of a river.
Why a picture. Is it all too false. The shepherd gathers in. Voices from the darkness. Bleeding from lonely mountains. They are more quiet at day. Sight in the sun.
When I was nine. I wanted a real gun. They gave me an air gun. When I was 25. I wanted you. You gave me a stone. Who are they and who are you?. Oh, when I was nine.
I stayed home and did the wash. What else could I do. I got up on Sunday. And I washed my clothes. It's a human life. The trains (?) are all around. And when you're out there.
It's a nice painting. When your ??? ???. We can watch (wash?) it. It's a crazy melody. But you can sing it. There's a nice Jamaican twist. To turn your arm.
There's only one altar. That's the refrigerator. Where you keep your food. Whether you slaughter human, animal, or grapes. It's your altar. The table for your food.
Sweat-soaked to the bone, two more hours, she'll head home.. Wash off her tattoos, take a shower.. Transpiration, frustration, scares me.. Rock on Rock on.
You call me out. From this cave. And now I fall out. Into my grave. You lead the way. I'll walk behind. I'd rather not try. I'd rather be blind.
Here we go!. . You hate it. Frustrated. Now we've come to the point that you're jaded. Since you've tried to step in line. all you've done is stumble and fall.
Rain's pouring down in the window. And I'm sitting here in Madison. Trying to figure out where you are. Yes, I'm sitting here in my car. Drove a long long way.
Red high heels is the way I feels. Got the sways and reels going home. Red high heels and the church bells peal. Cross the snowy fields going home. . I walk down these aisles nobody's here just me.
Why are there so many songs about rainbows. And what's on the other side?. Rainbows are visions but only illusions. Rainbows have nothing to hide. . So we've been told and some choose to believe it.
She's talking in her sleep. Says, "Wont you love me I don't always get this deep. It's just an overflow of all I know. And all that I can't speak...speak".
I can still feel your teeth marks in my neck,. Your footprints on my back.. And the gris gris you sprinkled in my bed,. Is starting to make me crack..
Nothin's changin' but the shadows on the wall. I wish I could leave myself at the end of the hall. Always pushin', pushin' away what I need the most. Well, here I go again but this time we got so close.
Life can be so hard to understand,. Things don't always go the way we plan.. Right out of the blue can come a change.. And that old sunny sky just turns to rain..
Im lost in here and I cant see the light,. The room goes cold in the black of night,. But she speaks to me when I look over my shoulder,. Oh Ramona. She takes my hand, and leads the way,.
The time has come to an end. Yeah this is what nature planned.. . Being tracked by a starving beast. Looking for its daily feast. A predator on the verge of death.