Don't build up, I'm built strong. Don't turn around, I'm not that tough. Shimmy shimmy on the floor. Someone grows on my fears so what?. . Don't build up, I'm built strong.
Caught in the middle of forty two. It was a fact, a number, a written word. A piece of my mind is it half or all. The guns shot off my head. To give me what I deserve, what I deserve.
Well, I've been thinking about all of the things I've said. And all the things I seem to keep inside my head. I won't take them back, I won't take them home.
Allen - Cox. Complete and utter.... Complete and utter.... When you talk and then you see it's all under control.. And you will never be the same. Never the same.
When the walls of Christianity begin to shake. When my life is in the balance, neither peace nor moral's wake. Telling me my life is easy, debauched and thirdly heaven sent.
Chains. Chains. . We console now, you and I. I said hold me there, hold me. Make the night roll magic, I will not fly away. So now make it, make it rain.
Stop wearing my shirts.. Stop wearing my socks.. I'm not your mother.. I can't be bothered.. You say you don't think I'm funny anymore. So you put my face in the bottom drawer..
Misdemeanors form the fantasies of life. Like holding hands with the mysteries of time. Making blood like a Joan of Arc believes. It's like I said a little love is all you need.
Bless my brother hiding in the dustbin. I went out to the trees just spoken to the breeze. I said you've gone, you've gone to the dustbin. . All over the place I said murder.
Wolfgang. Wolfgang [Incomprehensible]. Wolfgang. Wolfgang. . Face the facts and don't look back. There's a hole in this middle town affair. There's a whole inquest, like a hole in rest.
Love for sale. Love won't stop. If you can see your dreams. Will they stand up. If you say you're an angel. Then I am not. . You say everything I wanted was unclean.
11 years of faking it. Same clothes, empty songs. Believing it like a most. Sing your blues and low life tunes. . Make it sad, make it slow. Make it wet like a honeymoon.
I was up again awake at half past four. My own ghost was lying there. He said you better find a way or change your mind. I'm not going anywhere. So I wrote until the dawn could make him leave.
I have let you down. With hymns and vows. As I drowned my sins in New York. . I built my house, my home. On stubborn clay. Under the wings of New York.
I still think I'm due. For my dark-haired girl of the Avenues. Do they still think of me. Stranded on their 12th floor balconies. And it's news when these old fears arise.
There's a blackbird perched outside my window. I hear him calling. I hear him sing. He burns me with his eyes of gold to embers. He sees all my sins. He reads my soul.
Sitting on the brink of an indescribable fall. I could be heading back but there's no room left to crawl. Waiting on the name of the last great American hymn.
Give me a roof to shout your name. Through streets, off building walls. So the world can hear my claim. Give me years of city nights. And we'll walk from bay to sea.
I barely remember the first time I met you. You didn't remember my name. The alcohol might have clouded your vision. To me its been doing the same. But I haven't forgotten the first time I saw you.
Did what I could in Hollywood. But talent only goes so far. Got in my car and got drunk at a bar. At least I know I do that well. . But if I take you home tonight.