you could have been anythng but you ended up in a tissue beside the bed. but i love you, all my dead babies. you could have been anything but you ended up a stain on some whores dress.
am i not good enough. am i not what you want. then take this fucking gun and blow my head off. because i dont want you here with me in the end of days.
When my eyes aren't open wide. When it's hard to make the time. When words are so uptight. Thoughts collide. . If answers are unsure. I've been through this before.
Hooks cutting through your flesh. No comparison of pleasure and pain. Black box it's a gory treat. Mutilation from hell. . To the gory end. As they make you ride the blade.
It's 3 AM and I'm waiting. for the coffee perculating. in the kettle in the back. And there's no use getting all upset. about who is degrading who. when there is hockey on the set.
Come down from your tree house condominium. And start driving around that station wagon. With the wood on the side. Take off that jumpsuit, you look like grace slick.
Bletchley Park,. what a lark.. a-Cypher girls. they're dressed in curl,. they gave to Monty. very best. of their Ultra.. . & Thomas Flower,. in his hour,.
Oh Tina, Tina sing-a-lel-uv-a-tyia wa-cha wa-cha wa-cha. Tina sing-a-lel-uv-a-tyia wa-cha wa-cha wa-cha. . Oh Tina, Tina sing-a-lel-uv-a-tyia wa-cha wa-cha wa-cha.
I'm alternating between heavy and light. Between meaning and nonsense. And having a drink. I have counted all the lines on the road. Between here and los angeles.
What did it mean to fly. A tremor in your soul. To resist the dull existence of gravity. Upward bound, trees fly. Two meadows and a fields. And the border is a simple line of hills.
He was the river boat gambler. He was the son of the chief of police. He drove around in a rambler. He had a message from the chief. He drove around in a rambler.
If you see your brother standing by the road. With a heavy load from the seeds he's sowed. And if you see your sister falling by the way. Just stop and say, you're going the wrong way.
My little dog ran away the other day.. yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah.. I can't believe my little dog Lassie ran away.. yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah..
One day, little girl, the sadness will leave your face. As soon as you've won you'll fight to get justice done. Some days little girl you'll wonder what life's about.
Oh, my beloved tania. How I long to see your face. Photographed in fifteen second intervals. In a bank in san leandro. A polaroid of you, cinque. With a seven-headed dragon.
"Take the Skinheads Bowling". by Camper Van Beethoveen. from Telephone Free Landslide Victory. Everyday I get up and pray to Jah. And he increases the number of clocks by exactly one.
Maybe tomorrow, I won't go home. Maybe she won't even care. At seven, she'll throw a kiss towards the door. And smile at my empty chair. . For there's nothing there for a man to cling to.