I write about words, I find treasure or worse. I watch the end of man and, and I dream like a bird. . I remain aloft and I forget a lot. I try not to try and I can remember or not.
Does your mother tell you things. Long, long when I'm gone?. Who you talking to?. Is she telling you I'm the one?. . It's a grave mistake. And I'm wide awake.
It gets so sticky down here. Better butter your cue finger up. It's the start of another new year. Better call the newspaper up. Two fifty for a hi-ball.
They don't know how old I am. They found armour in my belly. From the sixteenth century. Conquistador, I think. They don't know how old I am. They found armour in my belly.
It might be late. But it won't be early. You got me to the gate. With time for a coffee. . It's gettin' late. Sounds like a departure. It's gettin' close.
Cold wind blowing over your private parts. I know a lack you've got. Makes a strong case for art. . Billboard breasts, they don't have a face. I know that fact you've got.
You know the reasons I can't conceal. You know I'm leaving, you obviously know how I feel. It's not as easy as calling out your name when I'm down. It's not a matter for wrong or right.
You kissed my fingers and made me love you. You kissed my fingers and made me love you. . Last night when we went to hell. When the blood-starred curtain fell.
"Do you mean the attack is routine?". A bird asked of a bird. "In this context, a concave nest. How do we learn to hurt?". . "Do you mean there's no variation?".
When the color of the night. And all the smoke for one life. Gives way to shaky movements. Improvisational skills. . A forest of whispering speakers. Let's swear that we will.
I need your confidence. Need to know you're mine. When it gets right down to the killing time. I know your heart is bad. But it's all I've ever had. We can live our lives on this righteous crime.
We can take a bit of a breather. We can skip to the practical part. We can skip to the time of neither. When we're together, even when we're apart. I'll tell you a story about the lake fever.
Puffy lips, glistening skin. And everything comes rushing in. We don't go to hell the memories of us do. I get a sense of connectedness. Exclusive, tight but nothing dangerous.
He said, "fuck this" and, "fuck that". And this guy's the diplomat. Stares into the blur of the tuner lights. It can't be Nashville every night. . He said, "We are what we lack".
You're, you're in my heart. It's in my pockets and in my eyes, oh, in my blood. Sarnia, you been on my mind. You been on my mind. . Oh, oh yea...uh-huh.
I love you. You know I do. Yeah, it's perfect. Well, it isn't and it is. . And I've been meaning to call you. I've been meaning to call you. Then I do.
I love you even when. I don't even know I'm doing it. Dismiss it out of hand. 'Cause I don't even know I'm doing it. But your finger starts to wiggle.
Just give me the news. It can all be lies. Exciting over fair or the right thing at the right time. . Everything is clear. Just how you described. The way it appears, "A world possessed by the human mind".
Just give me the news. It can all be lies. Exciting over fair or the right thing at the right time. . Everything is clear. Just how you described. The way it appears, "A world possessed by the human mind".
I am the hot mic, I pick up asides, of the modern tyrant. '...laws of the shadows, colours of justice',. I don't know what it meant. How 'patriotism is now enough'* and it's 'powerful stuff'.