Let me tell you a story about Kokovoko. The island where I come from. The beaches are littered with rotten coconuts. And there are pieces of old skulls lying all around.
Do I scare you? Do I talk a lot?. I think youre beautiful.. I could listen to the sound of your voice. telling sad stories all through the night.. . I could die of wanting you..
I was living out in West Hollywood when a Hollywood strangler was strangling women. Every night there was a panel discussion on TV about the strangler, speculations about his habits, his motives, his methods. One thing was clear about him: he only strangled women when they were alone, or with other women. And the panel members would always end the show by saying:.
One by one the guests arrive. The guests are coming through. The open-hearted many. The broken-hearted few. . And no one knows where the night is going.
She comes like a whisper down the hall.. She acts as if it werent important.. I can hear her breathe.. Its a strange sound.. But I know its her.. She haunts me..
In the morning I open the shutters of my room.. And feel you smile.. I can see all the faces the traffic rushing by.. There are no parades.. Nobody at the door..
The summer of 1974 was brutally hot in New York and I kept thinking about how nice and icy it must be at the North Pole. And then I though, "Wait a second, why not go?" You know, like in cartoons where they hang going to the North Pole on their door knobs and they just take off..
Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome back to London Laurie Anderson.. Ooooaaaah!. Ooooaaaah!. Hi. This evening I'll be reading from a book I just finished and since a lot of it is about the future, I'm going to start more or less on the last page, and tell you about my grandmother. Now she was a Southern Baptist Holy Ruler and she had a very clear idea about the future, and of how the world would end..
Hansel and gretel are alive and well and they're living in berlin she is a cocktail waitress he had a part in a fassbinder film and they sit around at night now drinking schnapps and gin and she.
The day, the Devil comes to getcha. You know him by the way he smiles. The day, the Devil comes to getcha. He's a rusty truck with only twenty miles. He's got bad brakes, he's got loose teeth.
Anyway, I was in Israel as a kind of cultural ambassador and there were lots of press conferences scheduled around the performances. The journalists usually started things off by asking about the avant-garde..
There's a story in an ancient play about birds called The Birds. And it's a short story from before the world began. From a time when there was no earth, no land..
I don't know about your dreams. But mine are sort of hackneyed.. Same thin. night after night.. Just...repetitive.. And the color is really bad -. And the themes are just infantile..
I no longer love your mouth. I no longer love your eyes. I no longer love your eyes. I no longer love the color of your sweaters. I no longer love it. I no longer love the color of your sweaters.
Verse. Wake up baby, the sun is up and the sky is blue,. Its Sunday and we aint got nothin better to do.. Ive got my favorite blue jeans on and your old t-shirt..
Strange perfumes. Long lost rooms.. . That blue day came and it stayed aII night. Blue morning. Blue midnight.. The city fell and then you were gone..
They say that heaven is like tv a perfect little world that doesn't really need you and everything there is made of light and the days keep going by here they come here they come here they come..
Moon rises and sets. In the real world. Islands and hurricanes. Wind blows in fort jersey. It floats across the pave. Into the open ocean. It's a good day.
It was august. summer of '82. you had that rusty old car and me I had nothing better to do you picked me up. we hit the road. baby me and you. we shot out of town drivin' fast and hard leaving o.
Daddy daddy, it was just like you said now that the living outnumber the dead. where I come from it's a long thin thread across an ocean. down a river of red. now that the living outnumber the d.