We are at a crossroads. Trees bow to the winds of change. But where is all the dancing. Where is all the dancing?. . Where are the comely maidens. With their hair wraps and braiding.
I need some crayon light. I need some coloring in. I need somebody who's going to give in. . I need my own moon landing. I need a mission to Mars. I need to carry out repairs by the light of your star.
Starlings over Brighton pier. What do they know, what do they hear?. They'd block out the sun. If there was one. . Like iron filings upon the page. Gathered around leaders.
So I asked her to dance. She said she wasn't able. And all her friends laughed. She was just trying to be gentle. . And so we danced. Round and round in circles.
(Randy Newman). . Short People got no reason. Short People got no reason. Short People got no reason. To live. . They got little hands. Little eyes. They walk around.
You wanna snap every thread that's unraveling. If you're not careful you'll have nothing left on. You keep checking your dam and your barriers. Smart arse and your taser-tongue.
You're so pretty and I'm so lame. You're ever-changing, I stay the same. You give good sermon, I say bad grace. My food for the soul, it leaves a bad taste.
He said 'I wanna shine in the eye of Orion. But I drove my soul through the Black Hole!'. She said 'What a wonderful way to wake me. You weren't so nice last night.
Cute whores on every corner. Puttin' out, they're puttin' out. And there's many a kerb crawler, a boy racer. Fine young men with their spoilers spoiled.
A safe pair of hands, a reason to stand. Some guns to stick to rational demands. Come on, now ladies, they won't fertilize themselves. Get into the ball game, let's clear those shelves.
Tear that trickles from your eye to your ear. Like a pinball machine. Arm that melts over me. Like Salvador's dream. Light that spits across the ceiling.
Am I the moth that keeps falling for your light bulb?. Am I the headland that keeps falling for your seed??. Am I the iceberg, are you that global warming?.
You haven't changed at all. Not much does in a frame on a wall. The paper's tarred and brown. If I hold you too close, you blur. Fearing it will fade away in darkness.
To the girl among nightwatchmen. My other, my joy with your oil-drum fire. You were my gentle unfolding. The wool and the dye, the needle and eye. . These songs you sing as you waltz her up the stairs.
It was part of our experiment. Went you said go and I went. Like a gooseberry on Noah's ark. . I watched them file in two by two. And I set sail without you.
Somewhere in this sea of Club Milks. Tea and ashtrays. There is a song. I'm in the crow's nest with binoculars. Just waiting for one to come along. I've seen the flare so I know it's there.
Natalie always seem to notice. These traces of our lives before this. But Natalie always seemed to notice me. She said we must leave, uproot, erase this.
Can't deny this feels good. Sugar fountain to the sky. I'm on top of a sweetness. I'm in need I do not know. . Up here breezes blow so blue. A kisses breath calmly soothes.
You say I get a little nasty. You say I'm just showing off. In front of the visitors. You say I'm going. For cheap, cheap laughs. . He's my offstage prompter.
They had the righteous stuff. They were really quite daring/arrogant. In their magnificent flying machines. They were the chosen few. They loved God and the flag.