Pop open a bottle of bubbly...yeah.. Here's to another goddamn new year.. And outside, 2 million drunk Bostonians. Are getting ready to sing "Auld Lang Sine"...out of tune..
As kisses go, it wasn't anything out of the ordinary.. The alkaline lips, Her. fingers wrapped around my belt...She had to go, She took a step back in and.
In early '95, well, we got the dough so we could diversify. Had a lot of money up in bioweapons which has low liquidity. Sold a lot of Krugerrands and rubles to a bunch of really weird Swiss guys.
Now I notice the streetlamp's hum. The ghosts of graffiti they couldn't quite erase. The blank-faced stares on the subway. As the people go home. The parks lay empty like my unmade bed.
Fourteen feet tall, and glassy and pale, and covered in soot. I don't know who he was or what he was, the question was moot. I laid in bed, too scared to speak, and watched him watch me.
I dette savn. dine yne nr meg. Du ser meg. gjennom lys og dimmet mrke. Slik en endels reise. fra min sjels uendelighet. Vil dette bli en reise. fjernt hinsides alt liv ?.
Come on. buddy. get with the beat buzzin' me. you better believe it they did the bup bup. ("Colonel Hathi's March"). Hup two three four keep it up they did the bup bup.
Trust me. . You're not angry at me, you're just angry. And I'm just standing here while you're down. Now I see the real world when it's too late. When it's too late to matter now.
waiting for a train to catch. waiting for the perfect match. waiting for someone to make a call. if only you had to make a change. every day and every night.
Down amid the grass and flowers. As this ballet floats for hours. It's a messy ride in the countryside. On such a perfect day, yeah. We're moving fast on the other, the other side of the world.
I feel your fame, fill your pocket. And I've tried to hock it. Fly the friendly skies, meeting strangers. And my hands pass through many. . You will believe, I won't deceive you.
I don't know where to go so I guess I have to fly. I'll have to dream of all good things before I die. So where to go, Lord, I guess I'll have to fly.
Sequences of time are now in session. The imposition of three suffing patterns. With the ability to scan through. A complete list of phonetic transcriptions.
Stop that horse. He wears my shirt. Regret remorse. Oh how they hurt. Yesterday I rewired the place. The physical description fits. The broken home I left behind.
Received a package with a bestial grunt. Between two flattened streets patrolled. By the thoughts. . Although my lips they moved your voice. With Teutonic freeze into the deep.
I see the light. You'll never reach. It turns my mind. Until the day I die. . These are the days of my life. Join me, the dead shall arise. . I perished alone.
In a land where they all dream. They can't take you how you seem. Following a biscuit to its empire. A fatal breath stopped the horse. The creeping flesh regret remorse.
I hate you, I hate you. I hate you so much right now. I hate, I hate you. I hate you so much right now. . I hate, I hate you. I hate you, I hate so much.
Stop that horse. He wears my shirt. Regret remorse. Oh, how they hurt. . Yesterday I rewired the peace. The physical description fits. . The broken home I left behind.
A battle, state and inconvenient,. A battle fought so acute in pride.. A curse or rather plague, a fever,. Nailed me to the fireside.. . At a crackling wood's spark flight to the skies,.