Pity a man. For he don't know. The trouble he'll pass. Going down life's road. . When a man is one and twenty, he thinks he knows it all. He can't see down the road of life where he'll ever fall.
Concentric circles thin near the pentagrams to imprison Him...... Black maculae on white skin !!. . The endless and the magical, the liar and the gazing,.
Looking back on the days. When I was scuffling for a buck. Not overly concerned with life and love. I was always feeling sorry. For myself and my bad luck.
Winnebacome, Winnebago. (Jon Campbell). . Every summer they flock to the beaches and the docks. They've got brown vinyl sandals and black nylon socks..
An even ray closes me. In this circle of darkness. I can't escape.. . Sometimes a child sings his lullaby,. smiling of dead angels.. Watch ! The empty paradise.
She looks in the mirror and stares at the wrinkles. That weren't there yesterday. And thinks of the young man that she almost married. What would he think if he saw her this way?.
The white ducks fly. All past the sun. Their wings flap silver at the moon. . While waters rush down the mountaintops. My [? ] plays circus tunes. . I dance to the wonders of your feet.
She looks in the mirror and stares at the wrinkles. That weren't there yesterday. And thinks of the young man that she almost married. What would he think if he saw her this way?.
Punish my black heart for I have sinned.. Nail my black heart for I have sinned. Leave me alone in. This evening of despair. When nothing has the same meaning again.
When I look up to the sky. I see your eyes, a funny kind of yellow. Rush home to bed, I soak my head. I see your face underneath my pillow. . I wake next morning but I'm still yawning.
(How Long Must I Dream). . Sweet dream baby. Sweet dream baby. Sweet dream baby. How long must I dream. . Dream baby got me dreamin' sweet dreams the whole day through.
Every time I see your face. It reminds me of the place. We used to go. All's I got is a photograph. And I'm feelin' like. You're not comin' back anymore.
Evanescent figures walk by my side. As I silently cross the borders of night. Their voices gently push me through a solid prism of noise. . I hear them calling my name..
Don't pull your love out on me baby. If you do, I think that maybe I'll just lay. Me down and cry for a hundred years. Don't pull your love out on me, honey.
"I will make a hole in your head to chain you with the rope of love".. . "Is this really all you have to offer ? A simple promise of suffering ?". . "Desire is the father of strength.
(You Got Your Feet in LA). . Livin' in the city. Ain't never been my idea of gettin' it on. But the job demands that you make new plans. Before your big chance is gone..
By the time I get to Phoenix he'll be rising. He'll find the note I left hangin' on his door. And he'll laugh when he reads the part that says I'm leavin'.
Restless, three days without sleep, his mind wrapped in barely perceptible haze, he continues east, shaking, despite the stuttering convulsions and near death throes of his endearing 1962 chevro.
Abbiamo aperto gli occhi. su una solitudine dal volto di pietra. calata sui nostri corpi. come Sudario infuocato e Sindone insanguinata. A ricordo di immani crocefissioni..