Somewhere a screen door slammed. Somewhere, someplace, somebody's killing a man. Down the road I'm told five people died. And I wonder are you making love to anyone tonight..
I don't want to listen. But I think I see you screaming. And it hurts.. . Instant Solzhenitsyn. I get salt mines when I hear your voice. It hurts.. . Kiss the hurt off her Kung Fu tongue.
It was a moonlit night in Old Mexico.. I walked alone between some old adobe haciendas.. Suddenly, I heard the plaintive cry of a young Mexican girl:.
I gotta listen to you. I gotta hear about the things. I should or shouldn't do. all about the deals I blew. how do you do. . I shook a thousand hands.
I heard Tarzan outside playing on the Jungle Blues. I know 'cos I saw him shimmer in a Kenyan pool. Coming on in the vines with his leopard-skin lioncloth cool.
He bought and sold a video. Made a fortunein between. A thousand well-known faces. Passed across that stupid screen. He turned them down. He never thought they had so much to say.
Hold up Phillis. Watch the beauty. . My camera sees things my eyes can't see. I have it focused from here to eternity. . Catch the moment, catch the breath.
These are danger days (What sort of days are these?). These are troubled times (Dy'aknow what time it is?). There it goes again (Another gear being slipped).
Put your head between your knees and breathe real deep. Let it in. Let it out. Until it's over.. . I might scribble, I might scrawl. I might claw at the wall.
SUNSHINE AND SUMMER GIRLS. SUNSHINE AND SUMMER GIRLS. . ON THE LAKE WITH A COUPLE OF MY BUDDIES. HERE CAME ALONG SWEET AMERICAN HONEYS, WOO. FLOATING BY WITH THEIR TOES IN THE WATER.
(Verse 1: Boone). Girl what's up with that nana. Pop a perc then I go nana. Free my boys in the slammer. All my niggas wild bandanas. Fuck Donald Trump and the bad cop too.
[Intro]. Yo fuck all this slow music. I'm trying fuck on some gangster shit. Bitch hand me my motherfucking percs off that dresser. Oh ya give me my shades.
Drag me down in colors pink and gold. (Like a ship that's going under... Bring me home in rain and thunder). Bless the night before the day grows old.
You don't have to be afraid. You just have to make the leap of fate. I'm not thinking in quantum jumps. No I think in lines but I speak in lumps. When you say those things it seems so crude.
As soon as I wake up every day,. I look at the papers to see what they say,. I know most what I read will be a lot of lies,. But then you learn really fast to read between the lines,.
He rodent into town. Fangs were getting himdown. He whiskered around thejuke joint. Where the coolcats hang around. Down at the mouse trap. Fangs were getting hot.
"Traffic's wild tonight". Diamond smiles her cocktail smile.. Tonight she's in heavy disquise.. She looks at her wrist to clock the passing time.. . "Weather's mild tonight".
Dave'd called me up yesterday. Everything he loved had moved away. I felt despair come crawling through that phone. I know the feeling but don't get me wrong.
(I said). Down at the street around half past nine. I heard someone scream. I found someone dying. His throat was slit from ear to ear. He mumbled so low I could hardly hear.
I've been standing here five minutes. And you haven't said a word. . Maybe you did. Maybe I haven't heard. . Well you better hurry up and say something.