When I sat down on the bed next to you. You started to cry. I said, maybe if I leave, you'll want me. To come back home. Or maybe all you mean, is leave me alone.
No!. I froze. I can't be so. Far away from my wasteland. I never know when I might. Ambulance. Hoist the horns with my own hands. Almost. Almost. . I heard a faint ole.
The cash machine is blue and green. For a bundle of twenties and a small service fee. I could spend three dollars and sixty-three cents. On Diet Coca-Cola and unlit cigarettes.
Sometimes I think I'm gonna lose my mind. But it don't look like I ever do. I loved so many people everywhere I went. Some too much and others not enough.
I never seen you looking so bad my funky one. You tell me that your superfine mind has come undone. . [CHORUS:]. Any major dude with half a heart surely will tell you my friend.
I have heard the war and worry of the gospel. Ferried fast across the void. I have married broken spoke charging smoke wheels. Spit and swallowed opioid.
I'm gonna tell all you fascists, you may be surprised. People all over this world are getting organized. You're bound to lose. You fascists are bound to lose.
It's against the law to walk, and against the law to talk. Against the law to loaf, against the law to work. Against the law to read, against the law to write.
There's an airline plane. Flies to heaven everyday. Past the pearly gates. . If you want to ride this train. Have your ticket in your hand. Before it is too late.
The ashtray says. You were up all night. When you went to bed. With your darkest mind. Your pillow wept. And covered your eyes. And you finally slept.
The ashtray says. You were up all night. When you went to bed. With your darkest mind. Your pillow wept. And covered your eyes. And you finally slept.
A veil of sparkling white soothes and bathes me in the light. It fills me with the suns and visions of the ancient ones. . Descend to me, and soothe my disarray.
Rolling up tab ends that the baby's collected. Waiting for the number that clicks on the wall.. It's open season on the weak and the feeble. Their meagre ambitions, their impotent fury.
You could be there. on a dark october night. waiting for the moment to be. swimming 'cross the freezing river. holding a plastic bag of belongings just out of the water.
I went up to the mountain, apocalypse dreams in my head. There was fire upon the horizon but it was just the sunrise turning red. Maybe it's time, maybe it's time . . ..
Stepping out onto the stage the smalltown star tonight. Flexes out for fame and fortune into the lights. The way she tears into the heart makes me realise.
Cause the rear rises up from the corporate slab. all proud and flawless for you. "Hello, boy," she says and the pack dogs gather. slobbering around at her heels.
There's a sentry in a uniform to watch the VIPs along the hall. Strategical discussions taking place behind the steel plated wall. The agents issue the statements to the waiting press who circulate the words.
I was working shift on the six o'clock, quiet in the pale dawn.. Found a bird caught in the machinery, set it free and watched it go. Quit the job that very day, and flew into the sky.
Time passes slow, fields stretch out across open acres. Time passes slow, the giant steps of mankind touch us so little in the great lands. Our little storm whirls away out across calm wide oceans.