So I stood by the roadside. The soles of my running shoes gripping. The tarmac like gunmetal magnets. Fixed on the front of her Fassbinder face. Was the kind of a smile.
Seashell and stone. Surf rushes forward to feel the shingle with fingers of foam. Search for the gold. Over the landscape the mouth of a lifeline unfolds.
[Jim:] "This is K.A.O.S.. You and I are listening to KAOS in Los Angeles.. Let's go to the telephones now and take a request.". [Billy:] "Hello, I'm Billy.".
This is K.A.O.S.. You and I are listening to KAOS in Los Angeles.. Let's go to the telephones now and take a request.. Hello, I'm Billy.. Yes?. I hear radio waves in my head..
If you didn't care what happened to me,. And I didn't care for you,. We would zig zag our way through the boredom and pain,. Occasionally glancing up through the rain.
An angel on a Harley. Pulls across to greet a fellow rolling stone. Puts his bike up on it's stand. Leans back and then extends. A scarred and greasy hand...he said.
Can't you see. It all makes perfect sense. Expressed in dollars and cents. Pounds shillings and pence. Can't you see. It all makes perfect sense. Little black soul departs in perfect focus.
Can't you see. It all makes perfect sense. Expressed in dollars and cents. Pounds shillings and pence. Can't you see. It all makes perfect sense. Little black soul departs in perfect focus.
Can't you see. It all makes perfect sense. Expressed in dollars and cents. Pounds shillings and pence. Can't you see. It all makes perfect sense. Little black soul departs in perfect focus.
The monkey sat on a pile of stones. And stared at the broken bone in his hand. And the strains of a Viennese quartet. Rang out across the land. The monkey looked up at the stars.
Can't you see. It all makes perfect sense. Expressed in dollars and cents. Pounds shillings and pence. Can't you see. It all makes perfect sense. Little black soul departs in perfect focus.
Day after day. Love turns gray. Like the skin on a dying man. Night after night. We pretend it's all right. But I have grown older. And you have grown colder.
(Instrumental). [various bodily sounds like burping, farting, slapping, scratching, etc....].
[HAL]: Stop Dave. Will you stop Dave?. Stop Dave. I'm afraid. I'm afraid. Dave, my mind is going. I can feel it. I can feel it. My mind is going. There is no question about it.
"Oh my God, what a fabulous room!. "Are all these your guitars?". "I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean to startle you!". "God, this place is bigger than our apartment.".
Got a little black book with my poems in,. Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in.. When I'm a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone in.. I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on,.