Two Thousand - 88. (Slay-Crewe). . Two thousand 88. Miles of peanuts. Two thousand 88. On the map. Two thousand 88. I've debated that my heart goes flip flop flap.
The Urge. (Slay-Crewe). . When I first laid eyes on you. I got the urge to hold you. And the way you move your lips. I got the urge to kiss you. Every single little movement.
Transistor Sister. (Slay-Crewe). She's my transistor sister. With a radio on her arm. No one can resist her. Cause she's loaded with. A musical charm.
I wanna hear it again, I wanna hear it again,. The Old Piano Roll Blues.. We're sittin' at an upright, my sweetie and me,. Pushin' on the pedals makin' sweet harmony..
Teen Queen Of The Week. (Slay-Crewe). . Last night they held a beauty contest,. And crowned my girl the best.. She was voted The Teen Queen of the Week,.
Lace up your boots and we'll broom on down. To a knocked out shack on the edge of town. There's an eight beat combo that just won't quit. Keep walkin' 'til you see a blue light lit.
Well, she comes from Tallahassee. She got a hi-fi chassis. Maybe looks a little sassy. But to me, she's real classy. . Yeah, my Tallahassee Lassie. Down in F-L-A.
The boatman rose to the sound of his heartbeat. Loud in the silent approach of the dawn. He glanced through the window at mist on the lake. Which hung like a shroud in the still of the morn.
My love is as the rose. As wild and free as I should wish to be. Close guarded by the thorns. That shield her from the hands that seek to touch.. The hourglass sand that runs so free.
The village square stands quiet. The curfew still enforced. The streets are even clear of dogs and whores. . Like some evil bird of prey. The scaffold spreads its wings.
He came into the shop and looked me straight between the eyes. And said "You know I'm Jesus", and I must have looked surprised. . Because he said "Please don't be hasty, no-one understands.
Cousins. . The sun was rising slowly, furnace hot at dawn. Jay was in his hammock whittling on a horn. I was in the kitchen munching stale cakes. Thinking about Rose Mary and how the cookie breaks..
In the early dawn the Bishop's men. Shivered in the damp. But the shiver came not from the cold. And spread throughout the camp. . The trembling horses sensed the fear.
My ship sails in. On a cloud of broken promises. It's just not true. Not a single word she says. Time will tell. Whether I can change my ways. It might take years.
She slept. to the heat of the masses. and I woke up. wanting to sound her. some time behind. I thought of writing him. that I never drew. the traps of the love.
Alguien me ha dicho que la soledad se esconde tras tus ojos. Y que tu blusa adora sentimientos, que respiras. Tenéis que comprender, que no puse tus miedos.
Las tazas sobre el mantel. La lluvia derramada. Un poco de miel. Un poco de miel. No basta. . El eclipse no fue parcial. Y cegó nuestras miradas. Te vi que llorabas.
Déjalo ser. Déjalo sacudirse bien. No hay tampa en esto. Ya vas a ver. Como tu cuerpo se abre. No esperes mas de mi. Tele, telequinesis y moverás tus pies.
Las tazas sobre el mantel. La lluvia derramada. Un poco de miel. Un poco de miel. No basta. . El eclipse no fue parcial. Y cegó nuestras miradas. Te vi que llorabas.
Walk out of the door and make my way up the street. Cold wind in my eyes rolls a tear up my cheek. Not a soul to be heard so no point to complain. Least the sound of the birds compensates for the rain.