Confident with your back to the audience. Tremolo strings begin with your gesturing wrist. Start the orchestra slow with an elegant aire. Then a circular sweep crescendoing swell.
Eyeballs float in wet green grass. I got a chainsaw motor that's filled with rain, proof. When it sings like bach with eyes all bulging. When the pink sun drops the eyelids fold.
we hear the talk. we settle down. release the thought. we get along. i don't know which is better now, this. backwardness or my own imbalance, we can.
Hold my hand, it's shakin' bad. I'm going to the doc. I pay him to fix me up. I think I've got enough. No no an ambulance would cost too much. We'll take a van.
don't admit you're sick. let your fit body bury it. the faintness that you feel. is nothing permanent. . don't buy the sickness on T.V.. you want your health they want the fee.
understand, i don't care if i meet you. and you don't care if we meet. it's just conversation. we're not so compatible. but at least we know. and we don't care.
The scarlet boots, the kiss of death. Patient in the end of it. Blended angles, whispered love. Countdown 'til it's gone for long. . Velvet voices, haunting slow.
passenger leaves. i know, the pictures turned out too clearly. some felt blank. but still others emit true feeling. once he liked it. twice he needed.
I'm caught in excitement. An unusual spell. It's pure in a sense. And abstract from our lives. . And we talked a lot. Abstraction came into focus. . Her tales of the tour.
The body dances to the beat of the noises from the street. As patterns grids and schedules go, we took a subway to the show. So give us this day our daily commute.
our eyes are moving. forward faster than. these tangled chords. i noticed that you want to leave. we've burned out fast. deciding who could complicate us and.
I've seen you a while now. There's some things about you I should know. I still don't. With all the questions we didn't ask. Our conversations could never last.
I feel a warm resistance. Beneath the outer layer. What once moved living organs. Leaks through a thin veneer. . Blue blooded royal body. Elegantly posed to death.
The news has got me paranoid. Papers and the news reports. Casualties of every war. The anchor people keeping score. . The weapons now are chemicals. In water and in air above.
Baby thinks he looks just like the face he makes in mirrors. Only once or twice a month does the mirror do him justice?. Every other time he looks a mess.
they were confused. they were in luck. they figured it out. who had all made it up. the man in the sky is angry tonight. and the kid's don't care anymore.
Some people get bit from the inside,. When they talk it's cold and sour.. And no, there's nothing they can do now.. They've had their way too many times..
Some people get bit from the inside. When they talk it's cold and sour. And no, there's nothing they can do now. They've had their way too many times.
You sit outside in the dark. And get nicked by the strobe light. While we're playing indoors. . We play in a bar, we play in a basement. We play in a room where the mix isn't right.
I steal the notes from other bands.. I fill their shoes with wet cement.. I make you think of certain things. And when you talk the things you'll say,.