Like a dull pain in my head. Buried by my fantasies and. Crowded by old memories. I can't isolate the disease. So it spreads. Like a dull ache in my heart.
Singing, with a mischevous grin. Staring, she drew me in with her eyes and held me there with her. . Everybody in the cafe laughed. But I got bad news when I got back.
[Andi Deris]. . Who stands?. Who creeps?. Live and grow strong. All a heart beats for. Who bleeds?. . For this makes your body. This makes your soul. You better hit the bottom row.
He is good at certain things. Like making you feel guilty. And disappointing everybody. At breaking promises and plans. And talking shit behind your back.
Eating sushi, drinking tea. Reading manga, making origami. Climbing Fuji, sleeping tatami. Dreaming Godzilla, driving Kawazaki. . It's late afternoon, please turn off your iPod.
When the clock strikes at midnight. I can hear the engine turning round. Another day, another night. So I must sign the book that would lie in the hands of my fate.
Election night in that wonderful crowd. The President's speech wasn't half as loud as you. I listened, too. New Years Eve at Rice Street again. We fell into the Economy Inn.
Turned a corner the other day in my life and the street. Turned a corner this afternoon, didn't seem quite right, quite right. Turn back home. . I can never stop moving, I can never slow down.
[Andi Deris]. . Sheets show us all. Crime's to take control. I don't want you to stay. I will take you away. Hearts turn to stone. Life's a danger zone.
Ma fiance a du me quitter. Elle en avait mare de mes promesses. Dans ses caresses javais jur. Tu seras une princesse. . Comme mes chats et ses souris.
Black like the mark on your eyelid. Blue like the mark on your good hand. Red like the fire that burns in my mind. These are the things that you can't hide.
Buffalo once roamed. The great expanse of our country. Now they stand in the sandbox. In the corner of the city. We had our picnics in the park. Watching the bison mope.
Youve got to vote for. The instant karma party right now. . Hi there voters, how do you feel?. Tired of the same old vote appeal?. Well, look whos back with the same old style.
Now I kneel into an empty corridor. And I'm chasing down the ugly beast. His teeth are razor sharp, so they're telling me. And I'm soon to be his final feast.
I am nothing like you'd expect at all. Goddamn, pusherman's gonna make me crawl. I'm down, pushed me right through wall. . I won't make you think that it's wonderful.
Head green as I'm walking around, everyone stares, look to the ground. Head green, nobody knows what they're missing. Head green, and what about you, are you so strange that everyone boos.
Once I had a brother. ANd we grew up. Looking out for each other. And when he fucked up. I did me best to cover his lies. I hid him from the cops. When he was a runaway.
Lippold wanted "To create a memorial. Something large enough to walk through. Like architecture, linear, in pure experience. Otherwise nonfunctional".
You should have listened. to the masters of your mind. they tell you stories. that can twist you up inside. the only circumstance. that keeps it moving on.
Blue-eyed girl walking over my way, brown haired girl with a curl in her face. Need someone to love me everyday, but I want to come home to you. Red haired girl with a story to tell, lies just a little, but I really don't care.