You fight with your right hand. And caress with your left hand. Everyone I know is sick to death of you. . With a tear that's a mile wide. In the kite that you're flying.
Reflecting from my deathbed. I'm balancing life's riches. against the ditches. and the flat gray years in-between. all I can see are the never-laid. that's the never played symphonies.
David, the wind blows. The wind blows. Bits of your life away. Your friends all say. Where is our boy?. Ah, we've lost our boy. But they should know. Where you've gone.
The more you ignore me. The closer I get. You're wasting your time. The more you ignore me. The closer I get. You're wasting your time. . I will be. In the bar.
The more you ignore me. The closer I get. You're wasting your time. The more you ignore me. The closer I get. You're wasting your time. . I will be. In the bar.
A world war. Was announced. Days ago. But they didn't know. The lazy sunbathers. The lazy sunbathers. The sun burns through. To the planet's core. And it isn't enough.
I just wanna say. I haven't been away. I'm still right here. Where I always was. So one day, if you're bored. By all means call. Because you can do. (But only if you want to).
Churchillian legs. Hair barely there. The harsh truth of the camera eye. . Your eyes signal pain. Because of the strain. Of smiling. The harsh truth of the camera eye.
Step-child, you have outlived your time. You represent embarrassment and failure. And the Father who must be killed. Is the blight upon your blighted life.
With no complications. Fifteen generations. (Of mine). All honouring Nature. (Until I arrive). With incredible style. . I'm the end of the line. The end of the family line.
The edges are no, no longer parallel. The edges are no, no longer parallel. And there is no law of averages here. If you feel down. Then you're bound to stay down.
Mad in Madrid. Ill in Seville. Lonely in Barcelona. Then someone tells you and you cheer. . Hooray, hooray. The bullfighter dies. Hooray, hooray. The bullfighter dies.
He's just too good-natured and. he's got too much money and. he's got too many girlfriends. i'm jealous, that's all. Have you seen him go, though, oh?.
I'm calling you from the foyer. Of the Sands Hotel. Where the men and the women. Are acquainted quite well. . And the drunkards keep on drinking. And oh, my room is cold.
I was wasting my time. Trying to fall in love. Disappointment came to me and. Booted me and bruised and hurt me. . That's how people grow up. That's how people grow up.
A police car and a screaming siren -. A pnuematic drill and ripped up concrete -. A baby wailing and stray dog howling -. The screech of brakes and lamplights blinking -.
You chase in the rat-race. And you always feel so hollow. You marry because it's expected of you. And it only makes you feel more lonely. . But still you look down on the teenage dad on.
Dear hero imprisoned. With all the new crimes that you are perfecting. Oh, I can't help quoting you. Because everything that you said rings true. And now in my cell.
The girl from Tel-Aviv who wouldn't kneel. The girl from Tel-Aviv who wouldn't kneel. Nor for husband, dictator, tyrant or king. . Humble homes with mottoes on the walls.
La luna de esta noche no me alumbra,. yo no tengo perdón ni tengo culpa,. el fuego y la pasión me tienen sin razón. y siento haber perdido el control..