A mirror is a negative space with a frame. And a place for your face it reveals. What the rest of us see. It conceals. What you'd like it to be. . Pretty girls can't look away.
Göring's on the phone from Freiburg. Says Willie's done quite a job. Hitler's on the phone from Berlin. Says, "I'm gonna make you a star". . My Captain Von Ondine is your next patrol.
Moments of pleasure, in a world of pain. Working together, only to fight again. If we wait for the world leaders to decide. Who will die first?. So don't wait no more.
Cornwall and the harbor. Where witches went mad more than once. And until this day in dreams at least. The lighthouse at Lost Christabel. . Squat and hugely tilts upon the strand.
A rock through a window never comes with a kiss. Rhyme and a reason never argue with a fist. There's a time for discussion and a time for a fight. It's the time in the season for a maniac at night.
Lonely teardrops, you been crying. I hear them fall. In the night, the empty night. I hear your song. . It goes right through me. It used to move me. Lonely, lonely.
I am gripped by what I cannot tell. Have I slipped or have I merely fell. I feel gypped my senses telling lies. I've been stiffed by serpent's soundless cries.
When we met it was a white hot star. The speed of light between two hearts. It felt like love, it sounds bizarre. But in your eyes I could see so far.
Hell bent for leather on a moonlit night. There's a hot wind blowing better hold on tight. To your soul. . Blue fire rising up from the deep. Burning the world just when it's trying to sleep.
Along the world axis. The Empress lay sleeping. To the rhyme of the. Of the, of the star clock. . Seven sleepers. Seven sages. Seven ladders to the. To the seventh heaven.
Parched land no desert sand, sun was just a dot. And a little bit of water goes a long way, 'cause it's hot. Three good buddies were laughing and smoking in the back.
Junkies down in Brooklyn are goin' crazy. They're laughin' just like hungry dogs in the street. Policemen are hidin' behind the skirts of little girls.
Along the world axis. The Empress lay sleeping. To the rhyme of the. Of the, of the star clock. . Seven sleepers. Seven sages. Seven ladders to the. To the seventh heaven.
Maybe Ill see you again baby, and maybe I wont. Maybe youve bought your ticket, gone back to Detroit. Aeroplanes make strangers of us all. Give us distance, much too easily.
In the presence of another world. You guess the things unguessed. In the fullness of another world. There is no emptiness. . In the promise of another world.
Imaginos, approached the sun. In August in New Hampshire. Singing songs, nobody knew. And stories left undone. . See this fish. His scales turned green under such a sun.
Canadian mounted baby, a police force that works. Red and black, that's their color scheme. Get their man, in the end. It's all right, yeah, it's all right.
That night her kiss told me it was over. I walked out late into the dark. The misty gloom seemed to soak up my sorrow. And further I went on I felt a spreadin' calm.
You scorned the love that I gave you. You lied now nothing can save you. Blue skies are turning to gray. I know the games that you play. . Winds of rage they start to build.
Fresh from zones of moisture. And afterwards the meat. With spangles on my long-tailed suits. And songs to haunt the one that's saved. . Just call me Desdinova.