Sinking and suffocating. The walls are crumbling from within me. . Some thing's left best unspoken. And still this truth has broken me. I can't believe it's true.
As the night leaves the Quarter. And the dawn's light kisses the river. That's the time when I first saw her. My darlin. She was wobblin. Down Esplanade.
Surely you remember this old resort hotel. It's pink and white all over. And historical as hell. And Scott & Zelda stayed here. And you and me as well.
You know, the sun is in your eyes. Hurricanes and rains and black and cloudy skies. Running up and down that hill. You turn it on and off at will. There's nothing here to thrill or bring you down.
I'm not quite sure what I want you to do. so why don't you just stand there. and look at me like I'm fucking insane. I'm your Einstein on acid. your superman, if you will.
holy smokes, howd i get myself into this again?. now im stuck in the same damn place that i have always been. smokin all my cigarettes and wasting all my time.
sometimes, you forget I'm there. so I nudge you to let you know. that I'll never go away. in this case, I sort of crashed through you. your legs can't take the weight of my dreary heart.
I'd like to tell you, like to tell you. Tell you everything. 'Cause nothing changes, ever changes. Doesn't seem the same these days. . Dave's been a mess since Cheryl left.
Take off your shoes, hang up your wings. Stack up the chairs, roll up the rug. Savor the things that sobriety brings. Drain in the last from a jug. . But when I hit the bottle, there's no tellin' what I'll do.
She's a million miles away from me. Separated by a hollow wooden door. And some time we can't erase. Serves me right to let her in. The first time she knocked.
I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it. Oh baby, that's what I like. We in the goon grade, goose with the sprite. Loose sipping dreaming juice, wild for the night.
Give me reasons, reasons why I should leave. the hardest thing's forgetting, what you don't wanna believe. seem's like a someone's always crying. crying out to a somebody.
all this rock 'n roll. supposed to soothe my soul. all it does is confuse me. . all these games we play. supposed to make you feel ok. all they do is abuse me.
hearts been broken words been spoken it's nothin' new to me. i've been cryin' and i've been lyin' to everyone I see. but what's a girl supposed to do.
It's 1986 I'm in the first grade. I'm workin really hard to get Mario laid. I gotta save the Princess. so he can get the pussy. Believe me, Mario would get that ass.
"Borrow my car, and then you give us a test.". "What? The Mario test?. "Mario? Mario's a fuckin psycho.". . Its 1986, I'm in the first grade,. I'm workin really hard to get mario laid,.
Our unity of war and art. Lost the human creed. Here youre no more than a shade. Of blood that never bleeds. The silence breaks, the die is cast. Ignore our final pleas.
An odd unreality. Macabre life at home. Dominating Father figure. Sadist to the bone. Ape-like looks the doting parent. Prone to fits of rage. Sadist and a Mother's boy.
Harvest growth to captivate. Liberate your mind. Seek the truth, co-operate. Removal of the grind. . Supposition, theorise. Germinate and seed. Draw into aseity.