[moody blues, "question of balance"]. (justin hayward). . Why do we never get an answer. When we're knocking at the door. With a thousand million questions.
When you ain't got shit. Make you want to loot shit !. When ya fuckin' fed up. Dam sure gonna shot shit !. Listen to the government. They don't know what to tell you.
Washing machine, pinstripe dream stripped the gloss from a beauty queen. Punch and judy, judy, judy. Found our nest in the daily express, met the vicar in a holy vest.
Huddled in the safety of a pseudo silk kimono. Wearing bracelets of smoke, naked of understanding. Nicotine smears, long, long dried tears, invisible tears.
I saw the God spread his arms. Across the imperfect sky. The clouds rolled across the full moon. Tattooed in the sky. . For the eye tattooed in the sky.
You ask me if I'm unhappy well no I'm not fine. I ask you the same question and now it's trivia time. Well I just turned in my players card girl so here's my parting line.
--- "Poet's Moon" from the fish single "Credo" ---. You sit there biding your time of your head and into your mind. Penning thoughts that are dreams in action.
(I) old haunts. . I found a home in the darkness, found a home in the darkness, found a home in the darkness,. Empty stomach empty head a body fills a vacant bed,.
Best to bust the dust. Of a flour to powder the crust. A grain of sand and a gust of wind. To stir my stomach. . And a ground swell to shake. The all that it must take.
Fear is the curse and today's word is PRESSURE. Too long to count the worry and the strife. . Speed Racer, Takin' in that PRESSURE. PRESSURE is the fear, PRESSURE is the tear.
Waiting in my corner, waiting on the bell. I was coming off the ropes, I was going to give them hell. Now I'm waiting. Waiting on the lyric, waiting on the song.
Seems like you don't really care and you never really did. Maybe it all started back when you was a kid. And not a whole helluva lot has changed from then until now.
It's strange to find we're almost strangers. As I turn to leave you now. I know there are dangers. You have believed in me. As I believed in you. But it's not hard to see.
The girl that I've been dreaming of is stepping with another guy. On the dancefloor at the center of the room. And the record that they're dancing to's the one we used to dance to.
Me, I'm a nothin' double zero trying to do something. Me, I'm a screwball, tired of being put down. Tired of being shot down. I'm gonna put some ink on the white sheets.
Pray to the Junkiemaker through all types of weather. You will be a slave to the Junkiemaker forever. Fiend for the means while it taxes your mind. You're on the road to the Tombstone Commode.
He works shifts, days in the factory, prints chips for foreign PC's,. At night deep in his hideaway, steals out of the monitor screen,. Looking good Mr Buttons, so you should Mr Buttons..
Here I sit in my bones, on the bones upon the hill. Staring out at the wild, blue yonder. Digging deep, I'd found buttons in my pockets. Naked now my skin begins to crawl.
The sun will shine on brighter. And the wind will always blow. Some think life's a breeze. Others feel love is sin. I've found beauty in dancing stars.