Tux on, tux on, tux on, tux on, tux on. . He has eyes down at the bingo on that lucky friday night. The match was rained off saturday but the panel came in bright.
It's just a matter of time a figure of speech. That springs to mind throughout the day. As the minutes go by, a second thought. A moment lost, time ticks away.
Read some kerouac and it put me on the track. To burn a little brighter now.. It was something about roman candles fizzin' out,. Shine a little light on me now,.
(dick/simmonds/usher/boult). . If you really knew how I felt,. You wouldn't need to be here asking. Those questions,. Those irritating questions, moving in metaphors,.
There's a message that's been left in the long grass by a stranger who's passed this way before,. Planted seed from which we reap a bitter harvest from his long forgotten war,.
We are led by the light at the end of the tunnel. We are guided by the fires of our burning dreams. We're inspired by our ideals and driven by conscience.
Three boats down from the Candy. Vacant deck chairs on a floodlit beach. Three boats down from the Candy. Rollers coast, invade the deepest sleep. . Three boats down from the Candy.
The rain auditions at my window. Its symphony echoes in my womb. My gaze scans the walls of this apartment. To rectify the confines of my tomb. . I'm the cyclops in the tenement.
Track down a satellite, beam in the action, life lies bleeding. live in your living room, our senses on remote control overkill and overload.. >From Lockerbie to Lebanon's getting closer every day.
Just another nigger, a spooky piece of white trash. Just another jew boy, spic, mick, yid, raghead. Motherfucker living on the planet. Just before it kicks in, just like a silver bullet.
Hotel hobbies padding dawns hollow corridors. A typewriter cackles out a stream of memories. Drying out a conscience, evicting a nightmare. Opening the doors for the dreams to come home.
Where beggars take cheques and children steal credit cards. from the pockets of wrecks in the middle of the road.. I came to in my future and that was just yesterday,.
I gotta make it out of this here gloom. There's a lot of innocence in this room. What would happen if things come 'round. There's no waiting, baby, and I mean right now.
At that time of the night when streetlights throw crosses. Through window frames, paranoia roams where the shadows reign. Oh, at that time of the night.
Say everyone. Where's the love of yesteryear?. Say everyone. Ebbing waves of a death and fear. . Alleviate morality. And kill our every dream of hope.
I want to be there in the morning, I want to wake up by your side.. If I can make it back I'll be there, if I can catch the early flight.. I'll bring you dragon's teeth from silver beaches, shells from Africa..
When you're alone. Can't find your way out of the maze. Life is ablaze. And you're right there in the flames. . Is this pain?. Are we sane?. And who has established these claims.
I had a dream that I was disgusted. It was a scene where gold had rusted. They took the homes of the people who trusted. The one up high be he only lusted.
You don't think for me or see what I see. And I will not do the things that you say. An explanation if I may. I don't like you and by the way. . May your dogs colon be familiar.
I saw the stars in your eyes. And I knew it was puppy school love. xxx. You saw the twinkle in mine. Then we both knew it was time to hold our breath.