Sometimes I feel like I'm prospecting for gold. I'm always searching for the mother lode. Each day I'm hoping for a little bit more. Hard to remember what I came here for.
I wake up in the morning and I feel like a king. Make love not work I can do anything. Can rule my own world and never have to listen. I'm living like there's no tomorrow.
I know a cat by the name of Maurice.. He's all the time runnin' from the police.. Every time you see him, he's up to some old dirty trick,. and he's got the nerve to think he's slick,.
Sweet communist. The communist daughter. Standing on the sea-weed water. Semen stains the mountain tops. Semen stains the mountain tops. With cocoa leaves along the border.
He was born with a six - string. Not a shotgun in his hand. And he walked across the water. To reach the promised land. . And he searched for the future.
Before you slip into unconsciousness. I'd like to have another kiss. Another flashing chance at bliss. Another kiss, another kiss. . The days are bright and filled with pain.
Funereal bells toll in thickening silence. Only statues listen to warfare sirens. . It's a sickening curse. Altars cry like birds. For a hungering hearse.
Cuts on wrists. Cuts on hips. Cuts on that. Cuts on this. . It's a drunken people's morning curse. Drunken people's morning curse. . This is a hand that cuts me stripes.
She was smoking alone outside,. he was broken he had tears in his eyes,. they were a couple but now that love has died,. . she asked him why,. before he said good-bye,.
Get yourself ready,. Hold your hand steady. Cause it's shaking from all this waiting.. Fingers bent your fist starts to clench,. As the pen signs the check today for the rent..
Don't call me rich, don't call me George. Just call me cheez that's who I am. Don't call me rich, don't call me George. Just call me cheez that's who I am.
We have our master plan bottled and canned living in the 352. Steps 1 and 2 walk home drunk wake up confused with a stranger next to you. The copied costumes and conversation seem to be totally making.
( written by Nick Drake ). . Strange face, with your eyes. So pale and sincere. Underneath you know well. You have nothing to fear. For the dreams that come to you when so young.
It's breathin' time. In Christmas Valley. Herons fly by night. And crash into the pines. . And when we're gone. From Christmas Valley. No one will remember you.
painted so many towns. painted them up and down. down to the broken ground. pointed the last one, for now. soon I will stow away. into the cool nightshade.
thunder laughs and thunderclaps. the afternoons round here,. well they're just like that. I know ya' don't spook easy. I know ya' won't up and quit. let's keep it like that.
O gather up the brokenness. And bring it to me now. The fragrance of those promises. You never dared to vow. . The splinters that you carry. The cross you left behind.
Maybe I'm still hurting. I can't turn the other cheek. But you know that I still love you. It's just that I can't speak. I looked for you in everyone.
I had to go crazy to love you. Had to go down to the pit. Had to do time in the tower. Beggin' my crazy to quit. . I had to go crazy to love you. You who were never the one.
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel. You were talking so brave and so sweet. Giving me head on the unmade bed. While the limousines wait in the street.