These problems I'm having all. Of structure and dreaming of. Of humans and animals and beautiful people. The grass that we nurtured all. When thoughts equal dreams and still.
A squat greek sips his ouzo. fingering his gold neck chain. robust corn-fed american beauties. lick the salty rim of margaritas. in the corner lies a comatose musician.
Convince yourself there's no place to hide in this room. and you've centered it off. and with the hands of a surgeon keep this record from taking aim.
Maybe like a polecat like a cannon. you'll be praying for days like the nuts and bolts. like the uniforms that they wore in the civil war. and scratching your cat claws at the pavement.
strike me down i'm worshipping an image. take my eyes they'll never see no better. still frames can't justify. the shiver and the sigh. when she moves when she moves.
what's the good of knowing things you'd never miss. what's the good of knowing one wayward kiss. i cursed myself with knowledge and lost my innocence.
I've been living out of this briefcase life. like shifting on the topic of you. we built this fortress to hide the words with eyes. but i don't mind beside your lies.
My heart went out to her,. it won't return. she may be helpless. but she's radiant. her eyes are clear and full. and what a pull. she doesn't need to speak,.
Got your bones spread out on the dance floor. Chomping bits on your way to the supermarket. Well respected, well received, the piano and the luggage. Own the reason that we all are faking it.
when will I ever grow up. when will today be enough. when will I learn to be here now?. it's on the other side of the door - that's what i'm looking for.
The countryside is being eaten by the very structure that we lean on. love letters for bonfires and campfire songs for city children. nowhere to run. distance ourselves by the balanced crops of thought.
hold me closer - keep your distance. tell me your secrets - mind your own business - sally. we had everything - under the volcano. we watched our laughing children sing - under the volcano.
This world hangs by a slender thread, Trust. Wrapped up in a treacherous web, Trust. And one man pulls the string. bring down the whole damn thing. . don't betray my trust.
Lay a sheet over the face of the picture. Off yellow paper form a new name. Make it east of misissippi and youre a hero. Picket lines of fence, picket lines of fence.
I'm going to break my legs in silence. in the house. in the field. where we left you to die. in your bedroom with your music at one hundred. necessity is leaving me.
What happened to the sweet love you and me had. where did all of that stuff start to go so bad. what happened to the sweet love you and me had. where did all of that stuff start to go so bad.
Tire this wrecking ball on jagged line been waking morning. a self defense machine to keep me up for the time being. produce the presses, omit the signs.
I see you as a real live Superboy. wide-eyed at a world brand new. can't wait to get your hands in the machinery. make me think there's nothing you won't do.
if a man is centered upon himself the smallest risk is too great for him. success and failure can destroy him but if he's centered on true love. no risk is too great - success is guaranteed already.
It's the changing of the guards, straight from mailbox to alarms and the kitty cats did scream. oh how they howled behind the house - well the big one laying in the frying pan.