Johnny was a space cowboy, Jenny was a high life girl. Together they went travelling far out, on a crazy playground whirl. Johnny said he'd make it big, 'cause he knew people in the right places.
(I have no patience left for the Catholic Church. For those who. do, it is my hope that you will not compromise yourselves but. will aggressively work towards bringing them into the 20th.
On a boat somewhere, near the south coast of Cuba. Navigating the waves, this voodoo child goes sailing. And then with the sun on her back, she is out there.
So many people runnin. Don't know where they're goin.. Panic and panic and panic. Showing what (side is wrong). . We've got the reason. if you want to know it..
A purple sky. You aint well me why. Remember the times when our worlds entwined. . A purple sky. Why youre not satisfied. Gave you all I had, youre still getting sad.
(For all the straight men who think that every gay man is out to. seduce them, and for those gay men who indeed are.). With so many gay men and so little time.
On days like these. In the familiar streets. Shadows remain. Missed by the sunlight. Through doorways people laugh. Like sounds in silhouette. A song begins to form.
(To Jay, whom I forgot to thank, and to the previous generation. of gay and lesbian people for making my life a little easier. -. RR). Were you robbing the cradle?.
Why do we ever lie.... Why do we ever cry.... . We got a little thang going on the side. I dont know how I feel or where to hide. I just wanna survive.
When I was seventeen. Your mama was so proud. You liked to play. Rock music loud. Yeh it was just the scene. Doin what we weren't allowed. Cos you liked to be.
(By an accident of birth, my adolescence took place in the early. seventies instead of the early sixties. But now I'm ready to. make up for all those beach parties I missed. Let's twist! - RR).
He said things happen for a reason. It's not as they say just the time and season. Why don't you go where you want to go. Why don't you fly away some time.
It's not a simple case of breaking up. One chapter's closed, another has begun. Now I try to learn to call you my ex-lover. But how do you ex-love someone?.
It's raining in Byron. Said the forecast today. But then when I got there, it was fine. The beach takes away your fright. Cure to the lonely night. Dissolving the words into the light.
Is this some kind of confession?. Am I obliged to let you speak?. Are you still wondering whether. our actions are ever. completely pure?. How could I be sure?.
Working in a suit and tie. On the twenty-second floor. A wife who cooks and stays at home. And children to support. And they provide some comfort. From your worries and your cares.
In my crazy mixed up world, I'm missing you and what we said. But in a distant space right now, I'm kissing you instead. Carrying on a fake existence, I live in my imagination.
Moon rising, cycle tuning. Need to move now, cos I'm burnin'. Gotta run now, cos I'm a cheater. See me run now, cos I've got no fear. Moon rising cycle turning.
She's like the river that runs so deep. Mournful in mornings and cries in her sleep.. I've tried to pull us up both on dry ground,. but her sorrow's a swift current that drags us both down..
I walked into the party. And there you were again. Looking so elusive. Looking so pretend. You smiled at me across the room. Turned away and then. Holding up the wall.