Oh, I just love the kind of woman who can walk over a man. I mean like a god damn marching band. She says, like literally, music is the air she breathes.
Born the daughter of a comedian. Middle of the 80s. Someone turn that awful mouth-breathing down. Or else. . Sally Hatchet lives in a hole in the ground.
Oh, I just love the kind of woman who can walk over a man. I mean like a god damn marching band. She says, like literally, music is the air she breathes.
Well you took me to the movies. You took me to the dance. You took me to your warehouse. Tied up in the back of your van. You said "whip it out". And I started to shout.
Julian. He's gonna take my files. . Every woman that I've slept with. Every friendship I've neglected. Didn't call when grandma died. I spend my money getting drunk and high.
Only ever be the girl who just almost died in house. Half naked, looking through your telephone, run you a bath and try hard not to freak out. So free and too easy.
When I heard the ladiesman was dead. I saw the rolling stone stopped moving. Saw my ancient hero on the Sunset Strip. He left behind a legacy of ruin.
Our hearts. Are free. So tell me what's wrong with the feeling. I'm a flower, you're my bee. It's much older than you and me. I'm in love, I'm alive. I belong to the stars and sky.
Everyone's riding on the rolling tide. Their hearts are heavy and the sea is wide. I'll never make it to the other side, friends of mine. . O I long to feel your arms around me.
Try not to think so much about. The truly staggering amount of oil that it takes to make a record. All the shipping, the vinyl, the cellophane lining.
Living it up. I have it all. To pull more women than any two men or a train can haul. But my baby she does something way more impressive than the Georgia crawl.
No crickets, no creatures are a stirring. On the last night of the Chinese year. I need a warm hand over the water. Ever since I lost mine (fireworks disaster).
Oh pour me another drink. And punch me in the face. You can call me Nancy. Every man wears a symbol. And I know I have mine. I've got my right hand stamped.
I ran down the road, pants down to my knees. Screaming "please come help me, that Canadian shaman gave a little too much to me!". And I'm writing a novel because it's never been done before.
We met in a parking lot. I was buying coffee and cigerattes. firewood and bad wine long since gone. But I am still drunk and hot, wide awake and breathing hard..
Oh honeybear, honeybear, honeybear. Mascara, blood, ash, and cum. On the Rorschach sheets where we make love. . Honeybear, honeybear, honeybear. Fuck the world.
Jesus Christ, girl. What are people gonna think. When I show up to one of several funerals. I've attended for grandpa this week. With you. With me. . Someone's got to help me dig.
Ancient holy wars. Dead religions, holocausts. New regimes, old ideas. That's now myth, that's now real. Original sin, genetic fate. Revolutions, spinning plates.
We'd like to play just another song for you all. Another latte-sippin' jam. . Jesus Christ, girl. What are people gonna think?. When I show up to one of several funerals.
Everyman needs a companion. Someone to turn his thoughts to. I know I do. Everyman needs a companion. Someone to console him. Like I need you. . John the baptist took Jesus Christ.