Well, I'm the Sheik of Araby and your love, well, it belongs to me. At night when you're asleep, into your tent I'll creep. And the stars that shine above, they'll light our way to love.
The earth is possessed. By the curse of the west. Who devour. Newpaper furniture. Paparazzia by the hour. But a man with a vision. Believed. That tomorrow's begun.
Blessed be the one who needeth tongue. To uncoil her speech. Blessed be the one who commandeth silence. Water be still, be still. . Blessed be the one who hath time.
The demons catch me. On the stair. And I don't know where, I am. I don't know how I got there. Where was I going?. What was I doing?. Before that same thought.
I met her... but I never thought. She'd belong to me. I just wanted someone I could sing to. Who'd listen to every song. Oh, I just wanted someone I could cling to.
Turn round don't keep running straight out the door. You're caught between a rock and something. Hurting at the core. . You jumped the wire and you headed down on.
Lay a hand upon the water. Well within, well within. Wash away to fair morrow. Ride ahead, ride ahead. . Make your mark upon the rock. For another one, ashes tell tales.
Early one morning. I was on my way to sleep. Early one morning. I was on my way to sleep. When I let one out. It was more than I could keep. In my time of dying.
It's high time to fly. In the face of the lie. It is over. To slave for ideals. That have long been ordeals. Must be over. So come on you man. Don't be conned yet again.
You can dance. Every dance with the guy who gives you the eye. Let him hold you tight. You can smile. Every smile for the man who held your hand. 'Neath the pale moonlight.
As I walked over North Botley copse. I saw a fine lady ghost across the tops. With a ring on her finger and the wings on her toes. She can have music wherever she goes.
There's an honest man I know in the welfare line. Lives upstairs at the Yale. You can call him a good friend of mine. . He was taken down by the man at his door.
You better watch out. You better not cry. You better not pout. I'm tellin' you why. Santa Claus is comin' to town. . He's makin' a list and checkin' it twice.
I'm sick to the teeth of the news on the screen. of hisbullah scum and jihad the obscene. whose men plant the bombs and then live feeling free. to watch women and children be killed on T.V..
I think I saw ol Santa through my window Christmas eve. My eyes were really droopy but I really do believe. It mustve been ol Santa cause I saw his big red hat.
Jackdaw watches sunset. From the telegraph pole. At five to three in yellow light. As black as shiny coal. Still life. The world is stopped and waiting.
You swore off vice and habit. Trying to save your face. Need some lovin girl know I have it. Just to decorate your place. . Dog my cat. Can't you scratch that itch.
Square boxes to live in. Obnoxious, disgusting. We come home in echoes. Of lift shafts and hollows. All jealous of others. What beautiful brothers. Happy days are here at last.
'S wonderful! 'S marvelous. You should care for me. 'S awful nice! 'S paradise. 'S what I love to see. . You've made my life so glamorous. You can't blame me for feeling amorous.
Through the window. Just a wall. Shapes are forming. Blackbirds call. Early morning spirits. Moving hands. Tick-tocking ages. In the half-light of the still.