Purposeless man of clay. Darkness: roll away. A silent stream leads the flow,. moving on and on. . Random lines fall in place,. adulterines slowly fade away.
i wonder how. we should fill the open space. after lunch time tea. in the rosary. and the evening picnic by the sea. . tell me your name. i am game if you want to play.
Think of a number. Divide it by two. Something is nothing. Nothing is nothing. Open a box. Tear off the lid. Then think of a number. Don't think of an answer.
His father smiled. And the sparkle in his eye. . In the house not home behind closed doors. They hide their fakes between the floors. In the house not home under the bed.
Painted statues in underground streams. With invitations to the Pharoah's dream. They stare at themselves, there's a need to be seen. Walking mirrors in the Pharoah's harem.
I got to be for an offer of virtue. Once in and taken apart. This is the shape of interference. Please do not adjust your heart. . Now touching the edges of something.
He took his seat on the foreign train. He thought it pleasant to travel again. Mindful of the journey's end. He read again the letter from his friend.
Get on parade. Tailor made. . Get on parade, your place in the sun. Uniform suits everyone. Made to measure, you'll like the shade. Fits like a glove, you're tailor made.
The island monkeys love the dark. No one is home, they're thin skinned sharks. Hue exchanging gives sea-leg walks. No one is home, the chemicals talk.
We're troops of tomorrow. We're hangin' 'round today. We're playin' tough music. 'Cause it's hard times money. . We need a new solution. We want it quick.
i'm looking for a time machine. but i cannot go back. and change one single thing. it's staying all in tact. and i'm looking for a way to feel. cuz' i don't feel a thing.
I've been moving, at a speed that's way to fast,. Everybody's going somewhere; nobody wants to get there last,. Sometimes I wonder, which way the winds gonna blow,.
Raining fire, 'cross the ocean. Another mad man, done struck again. Raining fire, 'cross the ocean. Another mad man, done struck again. . Sitting down here, fallout shelter.
Rain and fire crossed that ocean. Another mad man done struck again. Rain and fire crossed that ocean. Another mad man done struck again. . Sitting down here fallout shelter.
Kid out of touch. Laying down with a dream. On a runaway night. Got a feel for the scene. . A girl with lots of tricks. Like to lay them on me. I'd forgotten what it's like.
She wakes in the morning. Got a smile on her face. She's not sentimental. About her night's embrace. Another lucky day. Lucky night on the town. Man she got the touch.
I can't believe. That I survived til Friday. I grab my coat. And make a run for where I. Hide and dream and lie all afternoon. . I call you up. Although you work on Sunday.
Think of it, I, hold the world in the palm of my hand. Run a comb through my hair, head on out for some new foreign land. And all this could seem like a dream out the door.
In home theaters. Still projecting. Undestructing. A voice from the back of your. Double feature. Soft and harder. Wait. In silence. While planning your attack.
in coral and gray. In submarine chambers. One day. It swam for the light. . The jewels that lit. The cities that float there. Cities in circles drawn perfect complete.