The day, the Devil comes to getcha. You know him by the way he smiles. The day, the Devil comes to getcha. He's a rusty truck with only twenty miles. He's got bad brakes, he's got loose teeth.
Anyway, I was in Israel as a kind of cultural ambassador and there were lots of press conferences scheduled around the performances. The journalists usually started things off by asking about the avant-garde..
There's a story in an ancient play about birds called The Birds. And it's a short story from before the world began. From a time when there was no earth, no land..
I don't know about your dreams. But mine are sort of hackneyed.. Same thin. night after night.. Just...repetitive.. And the color is really bad -. And the themes are just infantile..
Verse. Wake up baby, the sun is up and the sky is blue,. Its Sunday and we aint got nothin better to do.. Ive got my favorite blue jeans on and your old t-shirt..
Spread out on the floor, not much to be here for,. pour another drink, it'll help me think about you.. This waiting, this waiting is killing me. This waiting this waiting is killing me..
Green eyes and matchstick thighs, leotards pulled tight. black hair and sombre stare, she's going to be here all night.. Working out on the stage, they call her the dancer.
ha ha ha. . i feel a little loving. but now its time to go. you dont now wat love is. until i break your heart. so i wont you say. this one little thing.
You breathe fire. To burn the world. And such teeth. "The better to eat you with my girl". . You can fly. Take me with you. Yeah you're like a child. You know not what you do.
The chemist said it would be alright. But I've never been the same. Oh the chemist said it would be alright. But I've never been the same. . Feel always from music on the street, hmm hmm.
The cannibals are out long after good kids are in bed,. They're coming through the windows,. And they're coming for my head.. . I'm fattened up for killing season,.
Swami g lay your hands on me,. That I might be healed,. Bring your light up close to me,. So that I might see.. . Om shanti om shanti om shanti om,. Om shanti om shanti om shanti om..
As a willowy tendril curls from my lip. I think to myself 'this is it. Just one more breath of your fragrant death. Before I quit '. . In the haze of your gaze I teeter and sway.
This house is full. Of insects and rodents. I shiver in my sleep. I shiver as they creep. . Hey sneaky, little friend. Come and chomp on me again. Come and eat me up again.
Can you spare some change?. Honey, I was just like you an hour ago. I know it sounds real lame. I just need a dollar and I have to get back home. . Next time I pass someone on the floor.
He came walkin' out of that Texaco,. George Strait blarin' out of his Silverado.. A fish hook on the bill of his baseball cap:. God, it's good to see a man like that, it takes me back..
Holding back 'cause there's nowhere to go. Hearing things that I don't want to know. But the rumor flies high. Somehow it seems to get back to my heart.
I was walking barefoot on St. Paul's bridge. When I saw a man talking to God. He was round and handsome. Anachronistically. A little odd. I overheard his conversation.
You and I moving in the dark. Bodies close but souls apart. Shadowed smiles and secrets unrevealed. I need to know the way you feel. . I'll give you everything I am.
I thought I knew what love was like. The fairytale, the masquerade. You proved me wrong and made me learn. In simple terms, take me to the church. . The dreams I dreamt have lost their spice.