This must be it, welcome to the new year. The drinks were consumed. The plants were destroyed. And the hors d'oeuvre dismantled. . I'm not smiling behind this fake veneer.
Sifting through the broken glass. The echoes of my ancient past. Keep flooding into every pore. Like scattered seeds of sycamore. Suddenly I started wondering how I got here.
Tiny hands, recycled cans, the metal bands, I could not stand. The time you cried and threw your crayons across the floor. . These are the things, I think about, when I'm alone without you.
Tiny hands, recycled cans, the metal bands I could not stand... The time you cried and threw your crayons across the floor.... . These are the things I think about when I'm alone without you.
To be lost in a state of confusion. no sense of direction you can't be found. far from the truth of the slim and shady youth. but it's all the same, yeah it's all the same to me.
I've got emotion dripping out my pores. And I thought I would let you know. You are the night light ripping through my wicked world. How you make it sparkle and glow.
The worst part. Every hour of every day. Can you hear them. There's no escape. . But the truth is. There's a line that we all cross. I've been crossed out.
Quicksand is a code of arms. Lose sleep with some liquid fiction. Last rites every Friday night. While we cool with the lights on. . High tide tied around the neck.
I like your hair much better that way. When it hangs out front when it hangs out front. With tilted head like a listener. But I'm just thinking about the red dress.
it was an isolated incident. back in 1984. on a plane headed south to west texas. i held my wings next to the frozen window. . then a lady sat down right beside me.
I'm on fire and now I think I'm ready to bust a move. Check it out I'm rocking steady, go. . Betty won't stop listening to modern rock. How she hates to be alone.
You remember how we met. Silhouetted by the lights. You were drunk and tried to take. A mental picture with your hands. . I was thinking about that. And a bunch of other things.
Well I'm about to get UPSET. From watchin' my TV. Been checkin' out the news. Until my eyeballs fail to see. I mean they say that every day. Is just another rotten mess.
FZ: At this very moment on stage we have drummer A playing in 7/8, drummer B playing in 3/4, the bass playing in 3/4, the organ playing in 5/8, the tambourine playing in 3/4, and the alto sax blowing his nose.
Suzy:. Hello, teenage America (heh),. My name is Suzy Creemcheese,. (SNORK). I'm Suzy Creemcheese because I've never worn fake eyelashes in my whole life.
Ya ya ya ya ya. ahhhahahhhhhhhh. Ya ya ya ya ya. ahhhahahhhhhhhh. Fuzzy dice & bongos. FUZZY DICE. I got 'em. At the Pep Boys . . . at the BOYYYYYYYYS.
Suzy?. Yes. Suzy Creamcheese?. Yes. This is the voice of your conscience baby, uh I just want to. Check one thing out with you, do you mind dear?. What?.
FZ: Thank you, good night . . . Thank you, if you'll . . . if you sit down and be quiet, we'll make an attempt to, ah, perform Brown Shoes Don't Make It..
Heh heh heh . . . GrrrRRRNNHH . . .. Suzy: The first thing that attracted me to Mothers music was the fact that they played for twenty minutes and everybody was hissing and booing and falling off the dance floor . . . And Elmer was yelling at them to get off stage and turn down their amplifiers.