I never thought that you would come / your sister said. your nerve had gone. You're trying to make it straight right now. but I don't think that you know how.
All day,. I'm doing fine.. Cos there are things. to pass the time.. Smoke a cig. and drink some tea. watch a programme. on TV.. I just don't care where you are now.
When I was with this girl last night. she held me tight; it turned me on. The moon was dark and those clothes were tight. her perfume strong; it turned me on.
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Just behind the station, before you reach the traffic island, a river runs thru' a concrete channel.. I took you there once; I think it was after the Leadmill..
This is the true story of the weeds: the origin of the species. A story of cultivation, exploitation, civilisation. Found flowering on wasteland unnoticed, unofficial, accidental. A cutting was taken but weeds do not thrive under hothouse conditions & wilt when in competition with more exotic strains. A charming naivety, very short flowering season; no sooner has the first blooming begun than decay sets in. Bring your camera, take photo of life on the margins. Offer money in exchange for sex & then get a taxi home. The story has always been the same: a source of wonder due to their ability to thrive on poor quality soil offering very little nourishment - drinking 'Nurishment'. But weeds must be kept under strict control or they will destroy everything in their path. Growing wild, then harvested in their prime & passed around at dinner parties. Care for some weed? So natural, so wild, so unrefined & someone's gonna make a fortune one day; if only they can market this stuff right. Come on: do your dance. Come on, do your funny little dance. Germination. Plantation. Exploitation. Civilization. A sensational buzz - zzzzzz. Crop rotation. Genetic modification. The creation of expectation. Ultimate frustration. This is the story of the weeds: the origin of the species..
Woke up in the morning. raised my head still yawning. Well I was in for a surprise. Stumbled to the mirror. realised in horror. the face that stared back wasn't mine.
As I was goin' over the Cork and Kerry mountains. I met Captain Farrell and his money he was countin'. I first produced my pistol and then produced my RAPIER.
This is the true story of the weeds: the origin of the species.. A story of cultivation, exploitation, civilization.. Found flowering on wasteland unnoticed, unofficial, accidental..
We came across the North Sea. With our carriers on our knees. Wound up in some holdin' camp. Somewhere outside Leeds. . Because we do not care to fight.
We are the boyz. And we are class act. Getting trashed so make some noise. We are the boyz. We are the lads. We sleep with slags. We nick their fags. We got no choice.
Without you my life has become a hangover without end.. A movie made for TV: bad dialogue,. bad acting, no interest.. Too long with no story & no sex..
Why don't you shut the door,. and close the curtains,. cos you're not going anywhere.. he's coming up the stairs,. and in a moment he'll want to see your underwear..
We are the boyz. And we are class act. Getting trashed so make some noise. We are the boyz. . We are the lads. We sleep with slags. We nick their fags.
Tomorrow never lies,. so live for today.. Don't be afraid. of the skeletons. of yesterday.. Each morning brings you closer to your goal. so grab your chance, don't let it go..
The tenth of July, 1985. Don't ask stupid questions. I had nothing to do I was bored. I had, I had not. Fifteen weeks since the light has gone. Fifteen weeks with the same shirt on.
You are hardcore, you make me hard.. You name the drama and I'll play the part.. It seems I saw you in some teenage wet dream.. I like your get-up if you know what I mean..
He's in a room. He sees the floor. He sees the wall. He sees the roof. He sees the door. It's nine thirty-eight. So he goes up to the door and he finds himself in another room identical to the one before.
We're talking again / Smiling and laughing / Ignoring the past. Well I hope you're happy / I know there was something. Please don't / let it / die away / I know what you're thinking.
As I lay. down in the bedroom,. there came a sound. from far away.. As I strained. my ears to listen. I could hear. a thin voice say:. . "In your heart.