Social disaster, sad young bastard. Used to feel alone 'cos I didn't get plastered. But I'm past it though I still ask it. How long is this shit going to last?.
when i picture myself. the way i'd rather be. how much stronger in a job and wiser than me. or at least that's what i try to tell myself. but when i'm with you.
so you threw away your heart again. found a reason not to start again. well i got up on the pit with you. shed some light up on a simple truth. when the sun sets down on your heart.
[Incomprehensible]. . You might have been something I'm not. You must have said words I forgot. What if it did come crashing down. We'd still get screams without a sound.
And I can't be here. How will I know. Telling me to leave. Where can I go. My courage fails me. I'm outside. I'm listening for the storms. What should I do.
Once again it's calling to her. It's a sound she knows. Through the night it's getting louder. It must know she's home. . It's trying to wear her down.
Show me the way now. Moving step by step to love. Show me, yeah, the way now. Touching where I've never been touched. . Everybody's looking for a reason.
"Sweet Jane". Lou Reed. Velvet Underground. Standing on the corner, suitcase in my hand,. Jack is in his corset, and Jane is in her vest, and, me,. I'm in a rock'n'roll band. Huh!.
Stupid man, hitchhiking out of a good life. he says: "Catch you when ". And he thinks he's got big, big planes. gonna build a house upon some land. Oh, Casey, don't it make you crazy.
(this song is a cover, originally written and performed by Lou Reed). Waltzing Matilda looked at her wallet. The sexy one smiled in dismay. She pulled out four twenties.
We who have so much. to you who have so little. to you won don't have anything at all. We who have so much. more than any one man does need. and you who don't have anything at all.
Starlight open wide, starlight open up you door. This is New York calling with movies on the street. Movies with real people, what you get is what you see.
Remember your manners. will you please take your hat off. Your mother is dying. listen to her cough. We were always standing on ceremony. We were always standing on ceremony.
(written by Isaac Hayes - David Porter). Coming to you, on a dusty road. Good loving, I got a truck load. And when you get it, you got something. So don't worry, 'cause I'm coming.
Some kinds of love. Marguerita told Tom. Between thought and expression lies a lifetime. Situations arise because of the weather. and no kinds of love.
She calls on the phone. she says she doesn't want to be alone. She says it's making her neurotic. but please don't mistake it for being erotic. So alone, so all alone.
Smiles, I was taught never to smile. I was told the stylish smiles of buffoonery. chicanery and larceny abound. My mom said unless someone sticks you right in front of a camera.
When you're growing up in a small town. When you're growing up in a small town. When you're growing up in a small town. You say no one famous ever came from here.
Friends have said to lock the door. and have an open house no more. The said the Factory must change. and slowly slip away. But if I have to live in fear.
Sister Ray. -White Light/White Heat. Duck and Sally inside. They're cooking for the down five. Who're staring at Miss Rayon. Who's busy licking up her big man.