Falling like a lightbulb. This will mess up every plan that I'm made of. I've been waiting in the valleys for a sure sign. That there's gonna be light.
So I will fail again. Tonight I sleep with open eyes. Here comes the bitterness. That doesn't end until someone dies. . And if you find me here you know I'll never need to lie.
We're gonna be the first two persons alive to ever call this our home (I see the clouds gather up in random shapes I don't know). We're gonna be the last ones standing when everyone's departed and gone (I watch the sun that slowly rises when it's ready show).
Everything that doesn't aspire to anything good will never be heard. Gathering the bricks and the dust, the pots and the cups, the rhymes and the words.
Imperial gin, what a delectable tipple. irredeemable whisky, give me a triple. a barrel of cider and ale by the cask. I'm almost a widow in case you should ask.
You're close to me. I'm under you. Such a little girl. A woman too. . She comes cause she needs it. A dress in black stand in the back girl. Matter of fact she's a good bad girl.
Down below the seasons, hills and snow. The place that I call home. Up above the sunshine, sand and mosquito bugs. The places I dream of. . Here today, pulled a hundred different ways.
With a fumbling tongue. I will ask you. To be the light. That makes my world shine. . Through a fence I will speak. And you will struggle to hear me. And see me the way.
It's dark for a city that never sleeps. It's cold for winter out on the street. There's no comfort that you'll find. To ease your change of mind. . If I change mine as too compete.
This is for you mister. I don't know your name. I saw you two months ago. I wonder if you remember me like I remember you. . And I don't know if this means anything to you.
(Got it.). . Do you ever tire from the sound of your own voice?. It's only been five minutes and I'm full of you. How about a little originality?. Maybe that way I'll get some peace.
As I begin. Let me say that I'm afraid. Seems to me that all these things. Could go either way. . I suppose I could fold up. Into my self quite safe. And wait for these pieces.
I suppose you have to blame the view on the architecture,. And the architect bares the burden of the build,. There's no use trying to stare any sense into what you see,.
Well they lined up for miles to see the proof that crime does pay,. All full of that dreamy headed sleepy vision of someday,. He was handing out free shoes for every one to shine,.
All you have to do is touch it you won't feel a thing,. Mass media goddess the be all tell all weather beauty,. The ruthless means of the calculated ends of structured emptiness,.
It's too bad I don't like you anymore. Yes it's too bad. But my novel is gonna need an evil villain. It's too bad we kinda fell apart. We had somethin' going.
On a wayward sail in the middle of the ocean. Drenched in the sun, drenched in my suntan lotion. Radio cries, still the station dies. The only sound I hear.
Down by the Mississippi, buried in the mud. Is a five page oath and a bottle of wine. It's engraved in steel, it's written in blood. As far as I can tell, the blood is mine.
In Fleet Street I lay down to sleep,. In the seediest journalists' bar.. And in my sleep a vision I dreamed. From afar:. . In celestial mists made of light,.
life as numb in every place. a run out bag to watch it fade. the waste in here, or what you see?. you tell me what you see. . pointless far and far from me.