You give sweet and how easily I fall deep. Your touch pours like honey on my skin. It's smooth but it lingers. (Too long). . You the cure and the cause of my blues.
Washing machine, pinstripe dream stripped the gloss from a beauty queen. Punch and judy, judy, judy. Found our nest in the daily express, met the vicar in a holy vest.
Huddled in the safety of a pseudo silk kimono. Wearing bracelets of smoke, naked of understanding. Nicotine smears, long, long dried tears, invisible tears.
I saw the God spread his arms. Across the imperfect sky. The clouds rolled across the full moon. Tattooed in the sky. . For the eye tattooed in the sky.
You ask me if I'm unhappy well no I'm not fine. I ask you the same question and now it's trivia time. Well I just turned in my players card girl so here's my parting line.
--- "Poet's Moon" from the fish single "Credo" ---. You sit there biding your time of your head and into your mind. Penning thoughts that are dreams in action.
(I) old haunts. . I found a home in the darkness, found a home in the darkness, found a home in the darkness,. Empty stomach empty head a body fills a vacant bed,.
Best to bust the dust. Of a flour to powder the crust. A grain of sand and a gust of wind. To stir my stomach. . And a ground swell to shake. The all that it must take.
Fear is the curse and today's word is PRESSURE. Too long to count the worry and the strife. . Speed Racer, Takin' in that PRESSURE. PRESSURE is the fear, PRESSURE is the tear.
Waiting in my corner, waiting on the bell. I was coming off the ropes, I was going to give them hell. Now I'm waiting. Waiting on the lyric, waiting on the song.
Seems like you don't really care and you never really did. Maybe it all started back when you was a kid. And not a whole helluva lot has changed from then until now.
It's strange to find we're almost strangers. As I turn to leave you now. I know there are dangers. You have believed in me. As I believed in you. But it's not hard to see.
Oh, you'll never find Brian here. He didn't come home tonight. They telephoned us from school. He's run away again, he's run away again. . Oh, you'll never find Brian here.
The girl that I've been dreaming of is stepping with another guy. On the dancefloor at the center of the room. And the record that they're dancing to's the one we used to dance to.
It's hard for you seeing things the way you do. When you gave up that way I knew. You might get hurt again. . I ran when the police tried to contact me.
Me, I'm a nothin' double zero trying to do something. Me, I'm a screwball, tired of being put down. Tired of being shot down. I'm gonna put some ink on the white sheets.
Pray to the Junkiemaker through all types of weather. You will be a slave to the Junkiemaker forever. Fiend for the means while it taxes your mind. You're on the road to the Tombstone Commode.
He works shifts, days in the factory, prints chips for foreign PC's,. At night deep in his hideaway, steals out of the monitor screen,. Looking good Mr Buttons, so you should Mr Buttons..
Out of luck they told me today. I never thought they would dispose of me. Out of the blue they told me the news. I took my calm and my patience. and I told them what to do.