I do wrong, strictly speaking, just for myself. Because it makes me feel like a real man. To hold germane over my business. And I refuse to be abused by the mill of blissful decay.
You should know, you should know that I. Am not just searching for. Some first time high. I know its all about perceptions. And I accept you as my very first mover.
(From Indie/Rock Playlist: July - 2008). . Bobby baby. you make me blurry. so blurry inside. i know down home. but i always thought a limousine. was something to be laughed at.
I don't want you anymore, I don't love you anymore. Go away, go away, go away, go away. You're a bad thing, terrible thing. You destroy my head, you un-calibrate my skull.
Those with the golden axe have tried to tell me. (What they say). That the bird in my chest was dead. But that's never, never, never. . She ain't my thug no more, ain't no kind of killer.
There you stood on the edge of your feather. Expecting to fly. While I laughed, I wondered whether. I should wave bye. Knowing that you've gone. By the summer it was healing.
There's flash of dead eyed in these horse faced hours of ours. Don't let this be how I'll be remembered. . The truest humanity seems to be in dialogue.
When you come around, everything else disappears.. My ears disappear.. When you come around, everything else vanishes.. . The crowds slowly fade when you come around..
Natives have a name for me but I can't remember what it is. Some fucker took what's mine and now he's acting like she's his. Your shifty friend gave you a cactus for a gift.
The octopus in your purse. is cursing like an evil sailor. But remember the knife is worse. for the editors of movie trailers. . And if you want me to.
Winter isn't much here. Just a flinching scent of gray. Though the grasses all look jaundiced. And the poplar branches flayed. Ooh oh. The poplar branches flayed.
Waking up alone. No song to sing us off the edge. The speakers are blown. This planet is an orphanage. Deep abandonment issues at our core. But if not each other, let's fuck our tool to really keep us lethal.
How will I ever know you enough to love you. if you're hiding who you are?. Don't ask me to explain.. Who are you hiding you from,. across the table with a penny in each eye?.
All of my thoughts are from a foreign host. Now I feel just like a ghost. Now I feel just like a ghost. Now I feel just like a ghost. Now I feel just like a ghost.
You are my cutie pie, my cutie pie, yes you are. You are my cutie pie, my cutie pie, yes you are. . You'll be my cutie pie until the day I die. I hope that's a long time, cause I dont wanna die.
Coquet coquette, you know I won't forget. How you kissed me strange to prove you were mythical. Oh, my coquet, you used my voice as your ugly vehicle.
Your mother hung herself in the National Theater. When she was four months pregnant with your sister. Who would have been thirteen years old today. Does that make you feel any less alone in the world?.
Crowd and knitter of killers. With their wild minded Apache poems. Taxies, Oxycontin holographic. Say it, and then you'll become. Stammer the hearts to the bitchin' faction, yeah.
I got dolls with silk and sashes then I tore. Out their eyelashes. Mom would wonder if I was evil when I'd. Covet my brother's Kenievel. . Christmas time is filled with joy but only if.
Cato, play with my head. I won't know the difference. If we're living in the novelist or statistician.. . Cato, mess with my concepts, my inner vision.