While hollywood sleeps,. A young man is dying. On the concrete of a sidewalk downtown.. . As his brother weeps,. The sirens come calling. And the medics feed him lines on the ground..
We were drunk fools in paris, stumbling on the sidewalk. That runs along the seine, and on the cathedral. All the gargoyles watched us laughing,. "two stupid americans...".
All the people at the party left you. Sitting at the table all alone. You can hear their voices. Chatter through confetti. You're alone. Light... Breaks... through You.
In the first thirty seconds. She told him she was leaving. She picked up the one-way suitcase. He stood there disbelieving. Then a minute passed and she turned to walk.
And it ain't shining, it ain't shining, shine, shine, shine.... . There's cracks in the walls in the town of jericho, sirens blaring out a lifetime never told rembrandt at the wall his palate's small, his hopes are tall he writes his name, his claim to fame.
Becky's playing a piece by gershwin on her old piano. She's been playing since her childhood, "too long to recall...". But the chords that fall from her fingertips, are the same.
Mrs. Jones wakes up, got a lover in her bed. She don't even know the boy's last name. And whatever excuse she makes up. For what happened in the sheets.
Cathy's hailing a cab like she's hailing a storm. Unto the streets of new york city. Once we're inside, it's a carnival ride. That brings a white knuckle kind of dizzy.
Leo's is the bar up in heaven. Where all the martyrs hang out. Gandhi staggers in with john lennon. They'll start a bar fight, no doubt. . Chorus. When you lead, we follow.
She fell to the mattress. With the grace of an actress. You're falling like a thief from a roof.. She's asking for proof , "are you staying? ". Outside you hear mission bells..
I stepped into the room late last night. Because late is the time I keep. You were sleeping warm as coal. In a pocket of comfort and white sheets. . But you don't startle anymore when I step into the room.
This time let's not bring up my disasters. Or put me on some couch like Sigmund Freud. Your textbooks filled with hypothetical answers. So to summarize she called it null and void.
I'm only seventeen, but I want much more than a small town girl should bargain for. More than standing in one place, waiting for the next james dean I live in a town that's.
I've got a farm house,. It's a big white farmhouse. And forty acres in my head. You got a kitchen,. It's an oak floor kitchen. And a big brass feather bed.
You're my flesh and blood. But we're not the same. A common name. And now. A common distance. . I looked up to you. In your plush armchair. Respect or fear.
You said, "don't wait up, don't count the minutes.". So here I am watching paint fade from the walls.. On the tv, planes are dancing to the national anthem,.
Preacher won't you preach to me,. I need a pint of philosophy.. I'm hurt and thirsty, set me on my way.. Mondays come and mondays go,. But this one seems to be sort of slow..
King of 7th avenue I can count all the lights in the city from the ledge on the twenty- seventh floor.. There must be ten thousand window or more.. It's a hobby I can count on, helps me forget about the cold..
(spoken intro). . I get this message on the message machine that she's cooking dinner. Tonight so I go out and pick up a bottle of wine and when I get there I'm a little nervous.
The time, 11:33 on a saturday, november, 1923. I'm synchronized, it's wise to keep my wits about me. My name is roy, a one-time choir boy. . Now I'm sixteen, man, and I'm nobody's toy.