(s macdonald). History repeats itself ad infinitum. If the plans come off the shelf he hopes he was invited. And the world's hard on the kid. For something he never did.
To and fro from yours to Cecil Street. You wore the same shirt that you wore last week. Should I shake your hand or kiss your cheek?. Convince you it's not lust, it's chemistry.
Et blekt avdagsleite. Famler hen, til nattvart himmel. Vandring hjem, til nattsvart himmel. Vandring hjem I eismal. Under skumringens tidligste stjerne.
(music: arcwelder lyrics: w.graber/s.macdonald). (scott's part - there is a completely unrelated bill's part as well). The thing that gets me down. On the second time around.
Tonight the neon answers flare, occasionally we stop. And stare past tiny paintings, painted where the clouds were wrong. With killer stares and sideways frowns.
Unfortunate the hoax. that you are not immune. For if beauty was hurt. Like children naked and misused. We would aspire towards. States of disturbed emotions.
Don't hide the treasures you've found. In a hole in the ground. How 'bout the tree back your house. Where the owls go. (Owls go). Or in between the attic and the basement.
Time is on trial. . Generation and collapse. inside the space of things. . Series of inertia. A trial and a time.
Poem by Edgar Allan Poe. . From childhood's hour I have not been. As others were - I have not seen. As others saw - I could not bring. My passions from a common spring.
Don't hide the treasures you've found. In a hole in the ground. How 'bout the tree back your house. Where the owls go. (Owls go). Or in between the attic and the basement.
I have everywhere sought,. and nowhere found. So I lift the bleedin' bodkin. And trust the grief deepest in. . The gleaming bodies of the infinite skies.
you've done nothing wrong. but it seems so long. since we've shared some time. and i say i don't mind. . but oh when it comes down to it. do you really wanna?.
You don't wanna be,. I don't wanna see,. Baby, get your feet on the floor,. Shut the door,. Count to four,. There's ice on your shoulders,. I don't wanna fall face down,.
This dead orchestra. play on instruments. strung with the fibres. of my mind. . And skeletons dance. they have no voice. and no complaint. . But I am still flesh.
the higher you climb. the further you fall. and the harder you try. the louder they cry. i don't know why. but it's written in my hand. and i can see what is right.
Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep. Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep. Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep. Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep. . Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep.
blow in the wind to old steeltown. blow in the wind to turn her around. blow out the flame and dying name. this dirty town won't seem the same. blow in the wind to old steeltown.
ooh somebody's daughter. . give me room to breathe. there are times when i feel i could drown without water. give me time to see. just one dream that is mine.
Sleeping Satellite. . I blame you for the moonlit sky. and the dream that died. with the eagle's flight. I blame you for the moonlit nights. when I wonder why.