(piano noodling, sounding like Sad Girl). . (drum machine noodling, w/ Mike, Murray & Jian discussing studio issues). (Mike speaking). A lot of.... (Murray speaking).
Well you should see my story-reading baby, you should hear things that she says. She says "Hon, drop dead, I'd rather go to bed with Gabriel Garcia Marquez".
Sweet and low and to the point. You always get your way. But I've long run out. Of any thoughts and words to fill the space. . And if this is supposed to be something more.
(Verse 1). oh wow what a surprise youre out all night. i neatly threw your stuff on the lawn, hope thats alright. you tell me to run; i run. you tell me to jump; i jump.
(Mike). Longue journe. Qui s'achve dans une chambre fonce. J'entends au loin les sirenes. Qui comme une vague me tirent, m'amnent. Chez Morphe. Emerveill.
It's too late to start a fight. But you don't care, you're always right. And I know how this goes. . You raise your voice and slam the door. You're telling me that you need more.
Longue journe. Qui s'ach`ve dans une chambre fonce. J'entends au loin les sirenes. Qui comme une vague me tirent, m'am`nent. Chez Morphe. Emerveill.
So it goes without saying, that I'm hooked on you,. And by now I'm out of mind with this self abuse,. I guess I should have looked out for myself,. I guess that I could have found someone else,.
Sometimes I can't let go. Sometimes I move too slow. I swear it's not a show. I don't know if I'm tired or crazy. Or if my blood sugar is dangerously low.
Your phone call from Montreal said. I was back into you. But as I listened to the words fall. I treaded as the artist drew. Me down on my knees with liquid eyes begging please.
one, for starry nights and. two, for candle lights and. three, for long walks in the sun. four, for all the laughter. five, for ever after. six, your smile is just the best..
The clouds in the sky have cov ered up my life. And the day just stays gray 'till it's night. And the dark ness out side is a mir ror to my eyes. 'Cause my soul won't reflect any light.
I like to keep it in the refrigerator. Keeps the powder dry, and the action quicker. Let me be your American Gladiator. Find enclosed an adhesive N.R.A. sticker.
(Murray on lead). Small paper cranes. and wall paper stains. that the pictures can hardly conceal. Love letters bent. from tears that were spent. on a cruel and a shabby ideal.
Speak to me, read my mind. And fill your mouth with flesh and wine. And I'll be yours, just give me time. Give me time. . 'Cause you have everything I could ever want.
(Jian). How many people, uh, how many people here would consider themselves a loser?. [applause].
(Dave on lead). Only just we two. blood in my veins. the shadow of you. Perfect as frost. on the flowers. How a country recalls. day always breaks. night always falls.
(Jian). Everyone has a groovy time with Lazlo.. He speaks poetry and brings us cheer.. (All). We have lots of friends back in Ontario.. But right now, there is no better place than here.
When I was 3, my mother said to me. Eat up your greens and say your grave. While on TV they put a dog in space. And left here there... you should've seen her face.
by Beau Dommages. Cre-moe, cre-moe pas,. Quelque part en alaska. Y'a un phoque qui s'ennuie en maudit. Sa blonde est partie. Gagner sa vie. Dans un cirque aux Etats-Unis.