swallow dictation. repeat formation. reverse this fortune. bring back tongue-tooth daughter. . (Chorus). love-struck ink runs farther. unstuck tongues cannot regain.
I leave it burning and count the dead.. It reeks of incest.. Erase my anguish.. It reeks of pain.. A jilted lover, a one time friend.. Forget your name..
Sitting at the terminal bar, wasting my spare change. Waiting on the red-eye out of Boston. Fly me 33, 000 feet up above the problems. Drinking bloody maries in an isle seat.
i sunk my eyes in static. you taught me how to see it. now there's no sign of you at hand. so i stop looking at it. my head is splitting trying. to read the name that you abandoned.
The world is an oyster locked in a shell. You like the taste of it but can't take the smell. I can't sleep to save my life. The day is done but I don't think I got it right.
Well, they tell me there's a pie up in the sky. Waiting for me when I die. But between the day you're born and when you die. They never seem to hear even your cry.
What you already know. Should be more than enough. To cut this two-bit show. Down with the dust. . Target wires and the seams. Induce a rush of disbelieving.
A little voice that's not quite your own. Count backwards from ten. Yellow. jelly shot hard in vein. I want to talk to you again. "This is Jennings, your.
real time, is this real time. or am i just top standby. watching ceiling lines. studying blank signs. downtime, is this downtime. but we're fixing nothing.
Caught the twelve thirty from ashmont station. 32 ounces with the rum mixed in. God knows I need it with the way I've been living. Self medicated, chemical salvation.
in precious little circles thoughts run races. dead in the water, black and still. drowning in downsize none finish first. no stars get us out of this hold.
Feel the force beneath the Earth. We were separated at birth. Now there's one more thing to be done. We don't need to be on the run. . We don't need to be on the run.
Would that you could touch this angel in a clutch of snakes.. Oh pretty, pretty, I'm aflame.. So excited, so unslept.. Somewhat littered, so unswept..
I'm behind you. You can't see me. I watch you. When you are near me. You say words. The sound is missing. I just look and watch and listen. . Sound on sound.
Good morning, I know it's early. But I had to call just to the tell you to ignore. that message that I left on your machine last night. What I meant to say was that.
Connect the cable.. Have sex a lot.. A hostile climate clouds and sickens you.. Two room condo, treeless cul-de-sac.. A nun's dark habit.. All arm, no follow through..
To waste and choose or raise the dead. With pain behind go straight ahead. Room full of people grouping as one. I can't break out now, the time just won't come.
Rippin' and Shippin'. Down to L.A.. Takin' and breakin'. Whatever I say. Making a fool of yourself. To reach the shelf. Freedom, of eternity. Robbin' this whole damn city.
i've got this syllable sickness. called the six-second blues. no doubt quixotic talk has been subsumed. send down one last time. that last send down didn't cut it.