by Maggie, Terre and Suzzy Roche. . Face down at Folk City. When you came in here your were looking so pretty. With your dracula cape and your bat what a pity.
He beats the door and breaks his watch. Raids the fridge and eats the lot. No room for silence, pause of thought. To ease the hurt inside him. They placed a barrel at his head.
Command the good incendiaries. With their charred fingers. Set fire to the shelves of the libraries. Deviate the course of canals. To flood the cellars of the museums.
The God I love is the God I fear. In my comfort there is reverence. For the creator who created my. I'm created for you alone. . The God I love is the God I fear.
Find A way!. To make it in this world where a kid's just got no say. Take all the words and thoughts I've said and throw 'em away. Your talk is cheap.
In your eyes the pain is strong. To what you despise.. There is no wrong in being dead. It's where you belong.. Take a knife, cut off your head.. Feelings Of Hate..
Cut off from the dream. Where the sky meets water. Beneath forgotten stars. Feeling like a child. I embrace what I came for. And what I've overcome. .
Day outside grows black. I lie faceup in my shell. Squeeze my eyes shut. And feel like falling into blank space. . Had allowed that life to drift. For Ive chosen a different trail.
How can you take. Away my favorite star?. But I don't think that could happen soon. No, not in this lifetime. We live like one for the other, a part of the same.
I believedemory might mirror no reflections on me,. . I believedhat in forgetting I might set myself free.. . But I woke up this morning with a piece of past caught in my throat.
I was walkin' down the street mindin' my own affair. When two policemen grabbed me, unaware. He say, Is your name Henry? I says, Why sure. He says, You the boy I've been lookin' for.
Under this canvas he hides a dream. A trick of the type too cheap to be free. makes your burgeoning inquiry. more easily answered. Oh a sight they have come to see.
Listen all you tired, you cold, you bitter masters. Starving the weak. The stories you have told cannot stifle the voices of need. So wager your tales against our dreams.
Heuser/Pierce. . Never steal her surfboard. Let her dye your hair. On the sandless seashore. Frankie flips her hair. . Well she'd say she's thirsty. And she'd say she's bored.
Heuser/Pierce. . She never thought that she would settle down,. She's the queen of the chandelier.. Lost it all to a guilty call,. Prayed aloud so the sun could hear..
You never thought I had the discipline. The way you looked at me, I can see it's true. And, I know that you've heard it all before. But this time I've got something to prove.
There I go again. Throwing caution to the wind. 'Cause, I can't pretend. It's not true and we are only friends. . And it only complicates things, how I feel.
She was a preachers daughter, a small town girl. She didn't know a single thing about the ways of my world. I was a lesson in doing wrong, she learned real fast.
So many seasons have come and gone. Like bitter sweet love in my life I've known. But this time it's different, it's hard to believe. That summer is over and you're still here with me.
Well hello, there my, it's been a long long time. How am I doin', oh, I guess that I'm doin' fine. It's been so long now and it seems now that it was only yesterday.