Hand over fist. Paper around the stone. Scissors cut the paper. Cut the paper to the bone. Hand over fist. Paper around the stone. Scissors cut the paper.
What did I see?. Fool that I was. A goddess, with wings on her heels. All my illusions. Projected on her. The ideal, that I wanted to see. . What did I know?.
A to B. Different degrees.. . So much style without substance. So much stuff without style. It's hard to recognize the real thing. It comes along once in a while..
Half the world hates. What half the world does every day. Half the world waits. While half gets on with it anyway. . Half the world lives. Half the world makes.
The best we can agree on. Is it could have been worse. What happened to your old. Benevolent universe?. . You know the one with stars. That revolve around you.
Like a million little doorways. All the choices we made. All the stages we passed through. All the roles we played. . For so many different directions.
Pack up all those phantoms. Shoulder that invisible load. Keep on riding north and west. Haunting that wilderness road. Like a ghost rider. . Carry all those phantoms.
Like a million little doorways. All the choices we made. All the stages we passed through. All the roles we played.. . For so many different directions.
The city crouches, steaming. In the early morning half light. The sun is still a rumor. And the night is still a threat. . Slipping through the dark streets.
There are those who think. That life has nothing left to chance. A host of holy horrors. To direct our aimless dance. . A planet of playthings. We dance on the strings of powers we cannot perceive.
The city crouches, steaming. In the early morning half light. The sun is still a rumor. And the night is still a threat. . Slipping through the dark streets.
There's something happening here. What it is ain't exactly clear. There's a man with a gun over there. Telling me I got to beware. . I think it's time we stop, children, what's that sound.
Tough times demand tough talk. Demand tough hearts demand tough songs. Demand.. . We can rise and fall like empires. Flow in and out like the tide. Be vain and smart, humble and dumb.
Prologue:. "Airport scurry flurry faces. Parade of passers by. People going many places. With a smile or just a sigh. Waiting waiting pass the time. Another cigarette.
Why try? I know why. This feeling inside me says it's time I was gone. Clear head, new life ahead. It's time I was king, now not just one more pawn. .
Yeah, oh yeah.. Ooh, said I,. I'm comin' out to get you.. Ooh, sit down.. I'm comin' out to find you.. Ooh, yeah. Oh yeah.. Findin' My Way. . I've been gone so long.
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Pariah dogs and wandering madmen. Barking at strangers and speaking in tongues. The ebb and flow of tidal fortune. Electrical changes are charging up the young.
You turn my head. I spin my wheels. Running on empty. You know how that feels.. . I'm on a roll now, or is it a slide?. Can't be too careful. With that dangerous pride..
I've got my own moral compass to steer by. A guiding star beats a spirit in the sky. And all the preaching voices. Empty vessels dream so loud. As they move among the crowd.