Midnight drive down on Jewella Rd.. Methamphetamines and carryin a lonely load. Roaches in the ashes, truck jamming "Limelight". Look like it's gonna be just me and Geddy Lee tonight.
Tell me with yer eyes. In silence let them ring. The precious humming of our hearts. In silence let them sing. May our phantoms find there places. Where ever that may be.
't ain't no big thing to wait for the bell to ring.. 't ain't no big thing. the toll of the bell.. Aggravated - spare for days. . I stroll down town in the red light place..
Des yeux qui font baisser les miens. Un rir' qui se perd sur sa bouch'. Voila le portrait. sans retouch'. De I'homme auquel j'appartiens. . Quand il me prend dans ses bras.
This afternoon I walked out into a ditch. The crawfish stirred the water. The papermill blew in on the southeastern wind. And it was raining in port arthur.
Strange. I've seen that face before. . Seen him hanging 'round my door.. Like a hawk stealing for the prey. . Like the night waiting for the day.. Strange.
Had we met a different time we'd be perfect for each other.. Now we're spending all our time in this world apart together.. My heart is aching from all the love we're giving..
I kissed the ground. I coughed it up. My lemon skin. My broken jar. I pushed her down on my way up. I saw the top. Of her head. I was tired. So I went to bed.
Started out late. In my dirty plaid coat. Watched my heel. Lift the dead satin dress. From the ground. One day I touched it with my hands. And it scattered like scared birds.
Well, the night's cold. And the sky's golden. With a promise of life. And I smile with a child's heart. As I write home. . We gotta go, we gotta roll.
Spent my whole paycheck. On the goddamn rent. And much more I can piss and moan about. Gonna piss and moan right outta here. . Spent the whole damn day.
I went down to the willow in the wind,. said how's it blowing, is it being your friend?. I went down to all you rocks by the seaside,. were you a cushion for the shipwreck last night?.
Your eyes speak the feeling that's inside of me,. To hear your voice say it is not something I need.. Sometimes it might help, to guide my hands and feet.
Cannonball fire gonna burn burn burn -. Burn the cities and melt all the roads.. Videogames became the people who played them. And they all fell into orderly rows.
A pinetar rampart in that there front yard. I got ripe in a way. You see that's mine out there in one goddamn night. Half eaten half eaten. I got ripe I got ripe in a way.
I know you might be sick and tired of me,. but when I know what I see I don't give up easily. And I know your mind is tough and I know that. I beat you up when you crashed at my feet.
Well them white clouds/ pull me down, down, down, down .... Come home right now/ call help right now. Marry me/ bury me. . "Chorus". Are these pipe dreams?.
My poor uncle jimmy turk. He got his house full of water and dirt. In that flood of '94 pine island bayou. Came thru his door. In that flood of '94. That devil rain began t'poor.
If you want to make some pickles. Take your time make some brine. Put all those little things you love. In vinegar and wine. It ain't Chinese algebra.
Had some mojo I don't know. Bit her hand and charged. Wipe her life source from my chin. And my red guileful grin. That belies all the fire that flies.