You are not in focus. (pinch the buns und pass the weenie, looking for the perfect queen bee). . In your heart you know this (mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the phoniest of all).
Who fucked who? Who took who?. And what you took, will it do?. Did you win or did you lose?. Who fucked who? Who took who?. . Essentially the way i see the world outside of me.
When all those tomorrows get crammed into now. You stop like you're froze ans ask yourself how. When all those tomorrows get crammed into now. You stop like you're froze ans ask yourself how.
================. Slayde is my buddy, my pal, he is my brother. I am one, he is the other. When the sun shines, he is my shadow. And when the moon is high, it's at his feet I lie.
We are the chopped, the chopped. The lecer drops and stops. This is not good or bad. Transformers hum and pop. The little dials they drop. No reason to be sad.
Halchal hay is raat mei jaagi halchal hay. Har pal beeta jo kal hay. Koyal jo beraagi raag sunaday to. Ye dil apna qaatil hay. . So jaa, chanda ray.....
~~~~~~~~. When I set out on this journey. I thought it would never end. When I started down that road. I could not see the end. And when I took that first step.
Newly weds, nearly deads. Seas of green skies of lead. Constant rain on my head. Stately homes for the rich. Bowling green, cricket pitch. Victoria, what a bitch.
Ready or not. Eehaw, looks kile I got a datem boys. . You end with an ear if you start with a sound. Break in a circle that comes never round. Opened my eyes to see the light.
Sunken wrecks rise from the. Sand silent ships on dry land. While waves are crashing overhead. We cultivate our tulip beds. Hard work and honesty. The lowland is the place to be.
He kept trying. He kept trying. But he couldn't find out. Why he couldn't stop crying. Only so many songs can be sung. With two lips, two lungs and one tongue.
Mixed emoitions up for grabs in bed. He wants some love unreal. Fixture of his imagination. He finds love an easy victim. Pretending you don't care. Pretending you don't mind.
I got a two ton wreck wrapped around my neck. A weekend bender, on bustend suspender. I've aged three years, cried a couple of tears. I told the cop i coul'nt remember.
i got tired, tired, tired of waiting. tired of waiting, waiting for news. tired of waiting for things to improve. tired of waiting, waiting for your letter.
A tree stands in a field. The field is bordered by a road. The road leads to a house on a hill. I live there still. No house stands on that hill. Never did, never will.
He pushed her in the alley, and he tried to lay her low. He grabbed her in the dark, this story must be told. She looked him in the eye and his blood ran cold.
As I was driving around aimlessly, a waking dream occurred to me. That everyone I knew had died that day. That my friends, co-workers and loved ones, had all just suddenly passed away.
Nothing, nothing,. Nothing, nothing. Zero. . They lied about the function of the eyes. About the walks and the doors and the mirrors inside. I saw a mushroom cloud, I took a rocket's ride.
the sword of truth is just another weapon. let me live for just one more second. i see a woman, she's holding flowers. a bouquet of roses that are blood red.
Nuclear satellites. Thrown up in space. Will all burn out some. Day guess where they'll crash. . We've been lucky so far. Every toy up there is another chernobyl.