wires. wires. . everyone wires run. with human figures. wires like graphs. nerves. wind up in this area. transmit and receive. . aerials three dimensional.
REJECT. REJECT. REJECT. REJECT. REJECT. REJECT. REJECT. REJECT. REJECT OUR WORDS. REJECT OUR THOUGHTS. WITH HATE,. DISGUST. AND FEAR. REJECT OUR FAME.
Messages ran all over town. Words without sound. Condemned me. And left me for dead. All over again. It wasn't the first time, but this time. Things will never be the same.
The hunter lines his trophies up across his wall, beneath his bed...A tiger's head, a snakeskin rug, slugs in a jug, the bugs make halos 'round his phone. He'd call his friends to come around - they'd all get stoned when he pulled old Medusa moaning from a sack. She poses then she cracks their mirror shades. It's just her way. He let's her play a while then throws her back, then they all go fishing in the reservoir....
Hide in a dirty hole. Run from pole to pole. Who is the hunted one. There comes the danger from. . Rush it is waiting. Your head's price abaiting. Rush it's elating.
I, I have been, and I am. I am now recycled.. You, you had been, what I thought. Was it something beautiful?. Fall, fall for me. As I did once for you on that clear night..
psycho driven insanity. of man and machine. a technological thriller. based on a psycho killer. into the dream on the pretty tv screen. you scream in fear, 'cause the end is near.
-P. Barrett-. . Yeah man realization man. You no see it reggae music a positive vibration. And that's why it deh inna the four comers of the earth. Guerilla Tony Rebel.
Don't leave, stay with me a while. Here it is so joyous, so luminous.. I desire so to warm your forehead. With love and kisses.. . Don't leave, stay with me a while..
A tarnish rep's worse. Than a punch to the gut. My stomach's churning. Here comes the throw-up. Into your mouth. Taste the fear. . A friend, is a friend.
Everyone I looked up to. Had a white moustache and tophat to match. I might laugh if I had a chance. Might laugh if I had a chance. Everyone I looked up to.
In this society we learn to live. We learn to read and to write. We learn to communicate. We learn to build our bombs. We learn to build our factories.
(No relation). Get up, get out!. (No relation). Get up, get out!. (No relation). Get up, get out!. Go go go go. (No relation). Get up, get out!. (No relation).
Such and such a hero. has done so and so. Dick mythology (dickology),. don't miss out. . Just an ambidextrous hunch. spawning an armless puppet child.
How could we resist it. A life like this?. . Dramatized and twisted with every kiss. And in the far off distance. A faint memory. . The simple co-existenc.
Recently I've been feeling kind of restless. Suddenly I'm remembering. There's no use in pretending. . I'm not receiving cos you ain't sending. What I need, ah you just don't have it.
Pretty Girl. With heels on legs. If I had your brain instead. Then I probably wouldn't feel a thing. What do you think your Daddy said. If he ever really cared.
The golden shore of certainty. And riding on simply. Because there's nothing else to do. When nothing ever gets done but. . I can see the day turning bright.