Kiss me again, rekiss me and kiss me. Slip your frigid hands beneath my shirt. This useless old fucker with his twinkling cunt. Doesn't care if he gets hurt.
We've laid the cables and the wires. We've split the wood and stoked. the fires. We've lit our town so there is no. Place for crime to hide. Our little church is painted white.
Childhood days in a simmer haze. Give us a kiss. In the blue you whisper into the music. And the feel underneath the foam bush. Give us a kiss. Hold me over, passing down.
I just finished writing Jubilee Street. I lay down on my bed and fell into a deep sleep. When I awoke, I believed I'd taken a bride called Mary Stanford.
Past the ivy-covered windows of. The Angel. Down Athenaeum Lane to the cathedral. Through the churchyard I wandered. Sat for a spell there and I pondered.
Where is Mona?. She's long gone. Where is Mary?. She's taken her along. But they haven't put their mittens on. And there's fifteen feet of pure white snow?.
Everything must converge,. In time. And so it goes, by and by.. . Everything must converge,. Some day,. Somehow, some way.... . Everything must converge,.
For you dear, I was born. For you I was raised up. For you I've lived and for you I will die. For you I am dying now. You were my mad little lover. In a world where everybody fucks everybody else over.
Onward! And Onward! And Onward I go. Where no man before could be bothered to go. Till the soles of my shoes are shot full of holes. And it's all downhill with a bullet.
Dig Yourself, Lazarus. Dig Yourself, Lazarus. Dig Yourself, Lazarus. Dig Yourself, back in that hole. . Larry made his nest up in the autumn branches.
I found her on a night of fire and noise. Wild bells rang in a wild sky. I knew from that moment on. I'll love her till the day that I died. And I kissed away a thousand tears.
When you're sad and when you're lonely,. And you haven't got a friend. Just remember that death is not the end. . And all that you held sacred. Falls down and does not mend.
Up those stone steps I climb. Hail this joyful day's return. Into its great shadowed vault I go. Hail the Pentecostal morn. . The reading is from Luke 24.
Crow Jane; Crow Jane;. Crow Jane; Crow Jane;. Crow Jane, ah-hah-huh. . What horrors in her head. That her tongue dare not name. She lives lone by the river,.
It's up in the morning and on the downs. Little white clouds like gambolling lambs. And I am breathless over you. . And the red-breasted robin beats his wings.
As I sat sadly by her side. At the window, through the glass. She stroked a kitten in her lap. And we watched the world as it fell past. Softly she spoke these words to me.
Last night my kisses were banked in black hair. And in my bed, my lover, her hair was midnight black. And all her mystery dwelled within her black hair.
There was a girl, call her Animal X. 22, 24, 25 it's hard to tell. It's hard to tell. She comes from the city where there is light and air. Where you can watch television.
And no more shall we part. It will no longer be necessary. And no more will I say, dear heart. I am alone and she has left me. . And no more shall we part.
Once there came a storm in the form of a girl. It blew to pieces my snug little world. Sometimes I swear, I can still hear it howl. Down through the wreckage and the ruins.