Did you ever wish you could be king?. and hoping it will all come true.. Holding heaven in your hands. Turn the world on its ear make it ring.. Rub sticks in dirt and dust.
Closing time is closing in. Last call, the bar is 'gesloten'. Don't have to go on but you can't stay here. Stumble down the stairs into the streets again.
there is an arsenal,. and it is possible. to dim the lights some more. and hide it from our eyes.. there is a path to blaze,. that curves both right and left..
Man on his lawn, staring inside his house.. And it looks so strange, he doesn't know anyone.. Familiar faces, still none to recognize.. The walk around, in the glass house he fell through..
7: 30 on a summer's night. out in the city cruising on my bike. I've been sitting in the park all day. drinking cheap wine, getting high. watching time just drift away.
It gets loneliest at night. Down at the liquor store. Beneath the neon sky. Our moonlight. . Six a.m. the floor comes alive with lice. The pan's dried up so tight.
Hey angel, consider your position. Afraid to be consumed. Savory. Savory, your sympathy. . Hey angel, fly over and bless me. See you feign surprise. And I'm all eyes.
As the lights go down at the carnival and the last ride grinds to a stop. All the bums are singing at the patterned glass in the church across the lot.
Talked out and now I'm feeling crowded. All the errands in the world won't. save us now. Rained in and I won't come unclouded. There's a stillness in the.
Listen -. There is no use in trying to explain. Listen -. Is it your fault she made those cuts again?. To let out blood she thought it made her bad. Or maybe just to cut you out instead.
Wake up, it's time to go, turn your keys in down at the lobby. No one's looking too awake, but you can't stay here. Pick up your bags and you're gone again.
you paint walls and. buildings so tall -. sunlight never reaches the earth.. a birth, as the paint covers cracks. and stains, and nothing remains.. but a new face so pale and white -.
I'll be quiet to keep you quiet.. Don't concern yourself with my slow dying.. Through the vents I hear you sigh.. I don't get too high these days.. Your floor is my ceiling..
Witness one milk and honey. Cash-wonder splash. Laughing when you say it's under wraps. Pliant or defiant. Don't you want to buy it?. . Promise wine from brackish water.
Old Mule by Arthur Smith (Spoken). . Old mule, you're the son of a donkey. And I'm in the image of God. Yet, here we work, hitched together. Toilin' and tillin' the sod.
No kind of love. No kind of love. . I don't wanna make no scene. Lovers come and go. . Or make you mrs. anyone. Or make you mr. me. . I'm into you like a train.
Taking division down to where I shouldn't be. Turn pockets run aground in the green. New way to see what's laid plain in front of me. Nothing better than a look at what I shouldn't see.
I just wrote the dumbest song. It's gonna be a sing along. All our friends. will clap and sing. Our enemies will laugh and be pointing. It won't bother.
We hear your one hand clapping.. It's music to our ears.. You don't like the way we sound.. We don't like the way you hear.. Sorry we ain't hard enough to piss your parents off..
Blue-eyed bloody lullaby. Less a lesson than an alibi. Shot from only one side. Sanitize then canonize. . Annex and index. Mirror too-perfect. . Histories.