All hail the swelling sun, as acid seeps and autumn bleeds. And the glowing has just begun. Every winter time is kindly now, the ground is sprouting out.
As I was out walking one night in the park. Cupid was out on the town in the dark. And I couldn't resist as I saw him walk by. So I asked him why he had a tear in his eye.
Hold on, keep it together. Hold on. No one, no one has ever. Made it so far in time. . No one knows what happens next. Because time travel is lonely. .
You always surprise me with the way you use your eyes. I mean the way you see things differently from me. And I'm green with envy how you see a glass half full.
You've heard about Ned Kelly and those other famous crooks. I've seen them on the TV, I've seen them in my picture books. Well, here's a little song about a bloke so bad and mean.
I was born a couple miles from here. My family rented me this house. So my family keeps me near. . From 1909, my familys run the town. You step out of line, poor sap.
There was a time. When I thought I knew. Everything about. This great big world. Until I met you. Into my life. Like a brand new sun. Now I find my home.
Speed lab, speed lab. On the edge of an artichoke farm. We work through harm. Tweaked and well paid. . We forgave what the chemicals did. To our hands, lungs and face.
Well, the first time that I saw ya. You looked down and out. And I had my doubts about you. But baby, since I've come to know ya. I ain't got no doubts, what it's about.
Come gather 'round and listen. If you can get that near. If not, we'll use a microphone. So that all poor souls can hear. . And hold hands in a circle.
In the seconds between the safety unlocks and the shot. The story is clear of distortions and tears and youll know why. . Were on mulholland drive. Can you survive a look inside?.
Sometimes when you get mystic. I have to leave the room. Another accident statistic. While the big bass drum goes boom. There's an apocalypse now on station road.
You quit the band and got a job. Decided to take a wife then you stood still. And I went on and almost lost my life. . No, I don't wanna be in your shoes.
It's a twenty-four hour operation with a skeleton staff. The profits almost double when they cut the work force in half. The boss votes the way the money goes and the flags fly at half-mast.
From the haunts of daily life. Where is waged the daily strife. Common wants and common cares. Cuts the human heart with tears. . Rise like lions after a slumberin'.
The day begins with CNN. And it looks like World War III. The forecast calls for freezing rain. It doesn't matter much to me. The Wheel of Fortune never turns, it's all insanity.
If I die tomorrow. Don't read too much into this song. I'll be as surprised as you are. I always get predictions wrong. If I die tomorrow. Break out and play my best guitars.
You know that guy. Who stole your girlfriend. Away from you in the summer of '95. He's going to die. . You know her name. Sits in your brain like a tumor.
When there's not enough rigor but there's too much rigor mortis. You've got to ration love because you know that there's a shortage. She'll take you with a pinch of salt.
You spin around and turn on me. Stop me in my crash. You wanna be somebody else. Say, you won't be back. . Your bourgeois friends call you, dear. Deal you like a card.