See the strange boy talking to his shadow. He's got a secret to tell. His imaginary friend knows everything. Don't let him go out. He says they won't believe you.
Under the island, middle of a mountain. There is a big bad boomin' system. Blowin' speakers, woofers and tweeters. Amplifiers, melted wires. . The party's exploded, the core is corroded.
Crowds of people, bodies brushing. Mouths are moving, all white noise. Glasses clinking, people screaming. High hum, low buzz, no room to breathe. . They story's slow with no conclusion.
I heard you on my wireless back in '52. Lying awake intent at tuning in on you. If I was young it didn't stop you coming through. Oh-a oh. . They took the credit for your second symphony.
Sometime during the night. The black sky turned to dawn. And we covered our eyes. Dizzy from being up all night. You grabbed my hand. We ran outside. To the city not quite awake.
Vestina, Vestina. Your advertising agency folded today. Vestina, Vestina. The future is brighter anyway. . 'Cause if you're gonna sell it, sell it to me.
All we are, all we are, all we are. Is trying not to fall into line. . All we are, dealing with, what we got. And trying not to fall into line.
Here she comes, I look at my feet and forget how to breath... She says hello (hello hello), I say 'ah, oh', she giggles and leaves.... It happens a lot, I wob with demention.
Hello, I'm neurotic. Creating problems that don't exist. Don't believe me when I say it's alright. . Let's go to my apartment. We'll pull the sheets up over our heads.
I just want to talk to you. I won't uh, do you no harm. I just want to know about your diff'rent lives. On this is here people farm. I heard some of you got your families.
There's a kid with the golden arm. He admits to the forest fire. That started up from a lack of somethin' better going on. . This kid with the golden arm.
Some weepy, creepy, willow, pillow, boggy shit. Transcendental big wheel can ya feel it. I got a chickey face down trippin' so damn hard. His head splits open stuffin', spills out into the car.
What do you do when your angels. Have all flown away?. There's an ache through my body. That won't go away. . There's a picture that we took last fall.
what do you do when your angels. have all flown away?. there's an ache through my body. that just won't go away. . here's a picture that we took last fall.
Tremolo blooz, ain't got nothin' to loose. Ain't got nothin' but those tumblin', mumbling blooz. . Brains came out first when I was born. I bent down to catch a rose and I caught a thorn.
I got myself a brand new tube amplifier. It's large and lovely to behold. La la la la la. I got myself a new tube amplifier. Now I'm gonna blow a big one.
I threw your ring into the sea. Splashes reaching to heaven. To tell you the truth I won't miss it much. I threw my soul into the sea. . Pretty girls make graves.
Runnin' to and fro, hard. Workin at the mill. Never fail, get the mail. He comes a rotton bill. . Too much monkey business. Too much monkey business. Too much monkey business for me to be involved in.
Too often we sit back and take what. Take what life gives us. Like holding a bad hand of cards. . Always folding instead of raising the stakes. Never wanna bluff and go for it.
Fire up the womantone. And drown the brown sound. Wire up the dynamite. Tore me apart I had a lovely time. Lovely time. Lovely time. . Tiny explosions.