I was bored. In a fjord. I despise the heart and soul of Scandinavia. Let the people burn. Let their children cry and die in blind asylums. But then you came along.
Satellite's gone. up to the skies. Thing like that drive me. out of my mind. . I watched it for a little while. I cannot stand the TV. . Satellite of love.
Satan rejected my soul. He knows my kind. He won't be dragged down. He's seen my face around. He knows Heaven doesn't seem to be my home. So I must find.
(GO ON!). He's romancing you. And chancing his arm. He'll be here. Smiling on time. He's romancing you. And chancing his arm. He'll be here. Smiling on time.
You don't know a thing about their lives. They live where you wouldn't dare to drive. You shake as you think of how they sleep. But you write as if you all lie side by side.
Late afternoon, dreaming hotel. We just had the quarrel that sent you away. I was looking for you, are you gone gone?. Called you on the phone, another dimension.
Phlegm lapels for the last time. Corned beef legs for the last time. Oh we're so glad that you've finally decided. . But then you see someone new. And you want someone new.
Please help the cause against loneliness. Would you like to note my home address ?. Please help the cause against loneliness. Would you kindly note my inside leg ?.
Off the rails I was and. Off the rails. I was happy to stay. GET OUT OF MY WAY. On the rack I was. Easy meat, and a reasonably good buy. A reasonably good buy.
Pashernate love. in any form. whether real or a dream. Pashernate love. could make your system erupt. into wild blisters and boils. . oh, as for me. it still doesn't understand me.
Papa Jack. Wants to turn. Back the clock. And reach out. To the kids. He once had. Who have flown. . Papa Jack. In decline. Feels inclined. To reach out.
Our frank and open. Deep conversations. They get me nowhere. They bring me down, so. Give it a rest, won't you?. Give me a cigarette. God give me patience.
Standing at the stone. Of one of our own. He died saving my life. He took the lead. Aimed for my head. Such love shown I'd never known. . Give me the gun.
Always be careful. When you abuse the one you love. The hour or the day, no one can tell. But one day goodbye will be farewell. And you will never see the one you love again.
Oh a working class face glares back. At me from the glass and lurches. Oh forgive me, on the streets I ran. Turned sickness into popular song. . Streets of wet black holes.
Looking up at the sign. It said: "PLEASE KEEP AWAY". And so in I ran. You see .... . I'll never learn. Oh, I'll never learn. I'll never learn. . Chapter one again.
May this lovely letter. reach its destination. if only. Question one is why do you. pretend that you like me?. Oh Phoney. See how the outside. contradicts what's inside.
All the best ones are dead. And there's a song I can't stand. And it's stuck in my head. . There's a song I can't stand. And it's stuck in my head. . Oboe concerto.
There's gonna be some trouble. A whole house will need re-building. And everyone I love in the house. Will recline on an analyst's couch quite soon. Your Father cracks a joke.
Hey kid. Take my hand. If only for a while. And tell me all over again. You say noise. It's the best revenge. Noise, noise, noise. All you can say is noise.