walking bones. choose your own direction. go have fun. some place else. . bring your soul. and your Beach Boys records. I can't stand. to have you here.
there's a shark deep down under. I try to call her name. but the dark waters between us. makes me call in vain. . surfing on the surface. with my fingers in the water.
Something tells me that I'm left without a chance. in my suspicious attempts to get her close. enough to close my lips around her smile. now I can't close my eyes when she's around.
all i hear. is how. how you want it to be. . all I see. right now. is that you can't make it real. . unconscious overload. too long. blew your castles away.
the moon was hanging cool. and full above the waving swimming pool. as we were feeding mouths with heat and drool. ''cause we were having christmas feast.
you'd be surprised if you looked through the eyes of a nova. not recognizing the molehills on top of the star. cheerful and swollen he waves from his seat in a rover.
I used to belong here. be safe from the world here. share wine and believe. you'd share yours forever. . time passes to past tense. I walked past the sealed ends.
Kalifornia, have you gone wild?. I'm sifting through your dark miles. reaching out for you. in the headlight's glare. but you're way to devious. to be aware.
...and in the corner of this room. lucifer's now observing. I'm swaggering past the wall of fiends. surely it makes her nervous. . What a grand spree.
you know what it means. that you'll soon be off. but you don't know where to -. . and what comes before. you thought there'd be so much more. but the good films run out.
sometimes the girl is here. with her indigo eyes. and brand new gear. she won't stay for long. she has to walk straight home. patience, time comes, she says.
I wish I lived in Graceland. but I only had one day. a postcard from the main land. is all I have today. . Forty thousand million. and a rolls royce engine.
the lonely loonies on the playground. reveal their shadows to the day. they crash in planes on smack and weird sounds. and leaves us gold upon their graves.
Brakes on, please. . Brakes on, please. Focus, freez. Ain't no other bitch in this world dealer than me. . C'mon, I got too much of a lead. And at your speed, it's hard to say you fuckin' with me.
once I was taught to fly. but someone kept me in his eye. my wings were burnt and for a while I cried. but now I'm in the air again. and headed for a better when.
Fred did go long but he did not go all the way. siezed every day though his surfboard sank in the bay. loaded his mind with a sauce spiced in all he found hip.
the eggs you threw with eyes of dew and fall. your talk of loom your tits in bloom and all. sensational, imperial!. . the compromises you would never make-me please a man again.
Break of the avalanche. I got a lot on my mind. and blood on my hands. Still terrified. ?? you wist for men. So I shivver for you. you troumble for me.
I've past that little black building. down on the corner so many times. and I often wondered. if anyone lived there.. . it looked like an empty dwelling.
I pick you up on monday morning. in the street. and all you have to do is fall. into the seat. . now the time has come for us. time for us to go. turn ourselves over to the unseen.