Life's short, don't make a mess of it.. To the ends of the earth, you'll look for a sense in it.. No chances, no plans.. I'll smash the windows of my box..
Blank-faced,. Was this what our elders taught?. Dim the lights and live like story book.. I can't focus for the pinball.. I'm all shook up and I think I see it all..
What's left in the wheelchair?. Who bothers what's in there?. Who worries what life's like on wheels?. . No body to speak of.. No willpower, voice, love..
I wonder what we'll play for you tonight. Something heavy or something light, something to set your soul alight. I wonder how we'll answer when you say.
Quickstep (written 4/77). I knew my youth couldn't last forever. I knew some chords so I got the band together. Sick of sleeping and beating up my mother.
What are you going to do with your new ways?. What are you going to do with your new wave?. Maybe it's that you no longer care.. Now you're so great..
The great British mistake was looking for a way out,. Was getting complacent, not noticing. The pulse was racing.. The mistake was fighting.. The change, was staying the same..
Who wait in the cafe and magazine.. Who wait for morning or fag machine.. Who leave it all unfinalised,. And undecided.... We who wait.. . Who wait in the bus queue and prison cell..
So sorry to hear. The peace parade woke you up today. So sorry to hear. Another hair has turned gray. . Play the victim so I let you. Believe the world is out to get you.
Golf trips, wine and dine. Stock tips, bottom line. Why suffer when you feel like this?. . Side effects, don't you worry. No time, what's the hurry. You're just a swallow away from bliss.
Too, too many. Theres so, so many. Theres too, too many. Too many of us. . Everyones hoping to be the one spun. Straw into gold and outshine the sun. .
I dont know you, not sure I want to. You're far away, so far, so far. My resistance, it's the distance. I am far away, so far, so far. . Just one day, it's o-o-over.
Gotta write a classic. Gotta write it in an attic. Baby, i'm an addict now. An addict for your love. I was a street boy. And you were my best toy. I found it easy to annoy you.
117 valley drive. Seemed like heaven when the band arrived. With a couple of drums and a couple guitars. We'd play our hearts out in my backyard. And the people came from everywhere.
Last night. I took a walk into the back of my mind. Through the trash and the warning signs. There was a party full of jokes and clich's. . I couldn't think of anything to say.
Shakespeare picks at a plate of words. Van gogh doesn't know half of what he's heard. Pablo picasso's at the bottom of the sea. Painting all the fish in the coral reef.
Jet set ski shop quasi silver porche jacket. Bleached blonde forty-dollar foster grant. Capped teeth two-inch eyelash. Pseudo gamma delta doll. Adidas in heat.
She carries me. Through days of apathy. When I am a desert. She washes over me. And it gives me peace. To know she accepts me. Even in my folly. . If the spotlight falls from my face.
Hey, the makings of a real event. He slices through the urban air,. Immediate and confident. Yes, he's riding on a sonic wave. Defining a modern pose.
I remember everything you said to me. Your moody stance, my nervousness, your confidence. I remember magnetism in your eyes. You told me then without a sound, you wanted me.