Tell me what's gone wrong?. I tilt my head there, under the faucet when I turn it on. Dry as paper, call the neighbors. Who's to blame for what's going on?.
Power, dizzy with it stumble. Detail, a chance for us to quarrel. Anger, my head is shaken violent. If I could calm or restrain you. . For the sake of pity, save the pistol.
As frail hinges pivot on a case's door. Commemorative souvenirs from places. Containers change with each occasion. A cellophane encased display of paper certificate.
Detroit to D.C. night train. Capitol, parts East. Lone young man takes a seat. And by the rhythm of the rails. Reading all his mother's mail. From a city boy in a jungle town.
Here is the store house of Her Majesty. Well guarded by sentry but looks are free. . Call this the ray-less and benighted age. Witches by tallow candles shifted.
Can I be unhappy? Look at what I see. A beast in furs and crowned in luxury. . He's a wealthy man in the poorest land, a self-appointed king. And there's no complaining while he's reigning.
The painted desert can wait till summer. We've played this game of 'just imagine' long enough, wait till summer. When I'm sure the rain has ended, the blooms have gone.
The man in 119 takes his tea all alone. Mornings we all rise to wireless Verdi cries. I'm hearing opera through the door. The souls of men and women, impassioned all.
How did they teach you to be. Just a happy puppet dancing on a string?. How did you learn everything. That comes along with slavish funnery?. . Tell me something, if the world is so insane.
For whom the bells toll. When sentenced to die. The stuttering rifles. Will stifle the cry. The monstrous anger. The fear's rapid rattle. A desert inferno.
Take me now, baby, here as I am. Hold me close, n' try n' understand. Desire is hunger is the fire I breathe. Love is a banquet on which we feed. . C'mon now, try n' understand.
Hey, hey, give 'em what they want. . If lust and hate is the candy. If blood and love tastes so sweet. Then we give 'em what they want. . Hey, hey, give 'em what they want.
I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed of a circle round. I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed of a circle round. And in that circle I had made. Were all the worlds unformed and unborn yet.
Like a weasel in the clover. You tilt, toss, pop, turn over. Sit down. Tremble, weave like a moth. By flame deceived. Sit down. . Like a weasel in the clover.
There were women holding rosaries. On the day Manolete died. Teenage girls in soft white dresses. Standing silent peace respecting. . Groups of boys held in their hands.
Don't talk, I will listen. Don't talk, you keep your distance. . I'd rather hear some truth tonight. Than entertain your lies. So take you poison silently.
Oh, baby blankets and baby shoes. Baby slippers, baby spoons, walls of baby blue. Dream child in my head is a nightmare born in a borrowed bed. Now I know lightning strikes again.
We are the roses in the garden. Beauty with thorns among our leaves. To pick a rose you ask your hands to bleed. . What is the reason for having roses.
Times are far between and few I bet. We can look upon our lives without regret. . Of all the things I have done. You think I'm proud of everyone. Without exception.
Follow the typical signs, the hand-painted lines. Down prairie roads, pass the lone church spire. Pass the talking wire from where to who knows?. . There's no way to divide the beauty of the sky.