Die Gedanken Sind Frei. I make great big futzies. My tuchis emits blasts. Of gas from the ass. It smells of the past. But it cannot last. Dissipates fast.
Yesterday while walking,. Beneath an overpass,. I saw the figure of Jesus,. Standing barefoot on broken glass.. His beard was graying,. The smell of urine filled the air,.
One time for me. Is too late for you. Their plastic gaze. Would melt for you. My passive face. Keeps me away. Cold, stark, and pale. Our sobriquet. . Sending a wire transmission.
Die gedanken sind frei, wer kann sie erraten?. Sie fliegen vorbei, wie nchtliche schatten. Kein mensch kann sie wissen, kein Jger erschieen. Es bleibet dabei, die gedanken sind frei.
No one told me it was going to rain today,. I turn my face down from the sky,. Something broke inside my heart today,. Christmas presents on the day she died..
Awake, dreaming, solemn revery. Too lost secret, linkin' a broken chain. Eyes are open, only they don't see. Color, shape, and terminal velocity. . Run away when I feel danger.
This is real, this is glam. . Dance till the morning sun. Dance till the morning sun. Dance till the morning sun. Dance, dance, dance, dance. . Keep, keep walking down the line, I am waiting for you.
Behind what I know and see. A darkness that will spy on me. Eclipsed in this trajectory. A cancer that is eating me. . Destroy, divide the dark inside.
I've spent my whole life surrounded. And I've spent my whole life alone. I wonder why I never wonder why. The easiest things are so hard. . I just want, I just want love.
Outside the corner a different world. Conversation overheard, oh. Between a man and a saxophone. Saxophone and mister drunk and stoned, oh. . He only knows one melody.
Every time you come around. There's a bouquet for me. A corsage of promises and I am pinned. Like a butterfly on a card, I'm naked and I'm scarred. And you're so perfect to me.
it's a story about. a street named "Decision". lays open the skin. with its painful incision. . erasure. it's time to rest. erase your. complicated mess.
Hold your hands to the dying fire's final glow. Warm yourself by the last breath of the radio. Batteries, are almost gone. Sing goodbye to that old song.
Tragedy bound, looking for clues. I'm starting to suspect she likes abuse. I'm starting to feel like she doesn't feel. Is there anybody in there?. . Tragedy bound, she is a mess.
Parlami di te. Quante memorie che hai. Una alla volta. Berlin!. . Ah tu es coquine. No other matches your scene. Come una volta. Ah Berlin!. . VIVEZ!.
In this broken place where I was born. It seems there is no peace,. And the very soil that we walk upon. Is filled with tears that never cease,. And you can trace the scars of hopelessness.
Is it called a crime if I play with time?. All the shame it brings, it changes everything! [x2]. . Time delay. Synchrionicity. Is all in disarray. From another tear under my duvet.
Whenever I look back on the best days of my life. I think I saw them all on TV. I am so homesick now for someone that I never knew. I am so homesick for some place I will never be.
The chord runs up the microphone. I flip the switch, we're going home. Transistor's right on time, resistors fall in line. Capacitors are at full, all engines good, no breach of hull.
Underwater in a submarine. He smokes a cigarette and blows th' steam. He navigates though th' deep blue sea. All by his lonesome-no company. . Mainwaring in his submarine.