Yeah you've hit glass ceiling. Yeah you've hurt you're head. All these beginnings. None of them perfect. But bad seeks good. Like dark seeks light. Yesterday was wrong.
We're leaving every turn unstoned. And every lesson is unlearned... With nothing said and nothing done. I know it works on everyone..... Because love cools and friends drift apart.
My kitchen floor started cracking. And out jumped a man. Big, red and horny. I was shaking the devils hand. You've got a hell of a reputation. Thats the name of my game.
On the first part of the journey. I was looking at all the life. There were plants and birds and rocks and things. There were sand and hills and rain.
You hunt the smartest animal and that's the human being. You don't know how smart man is - smarter than he seems.... Their fathers groin that breeds'em, their mothers breast that feeds'em.
Say if you see a vicious lightning on the nighttime sky. There is no use checkin' the starmap or asking daddy why. And if you get me on the wire, I'll give you this reply.
You hunt the smartest animal and that's the human being. You don't know how smart man is - smarter than he seems.... Their fathers groin that breeds'em, their mothers breast that feeds'em.
You've got a big red tongue. 'Cause you've been talking too long. I wouldn't get it back if I lend you an ear. Syllables and sounds is all I hear. . So please read my hips.
Set out on a laugh less day. Like a troupe of clowns. Peekin' out of a show man's car. Through cabbage town. . You feel a cold wind blow. Through your open mind.
All three wishes used. And the world is not amused. The door to your heart's still shut. A truckfull of flowers ain't love. Sorry's not enough. . A brand new broken heart.
Your heart's been fired. Your blood is tired. Oh, your mind's a riot. And you need a bed... You're emptyminded. Yeah, you're way behind it. Yeah, you've been blinded.
I found a way of payin' off old debts. Always make more promises, than you can break. An argument that calls for more. Ends with a cold message on the freezer's door.
Well, me, my wife and our daugther. We found ourselves standing in New York. It was just a mile? of? land? and it was hard to understand. But we bought it from the indian on the run.
Cuidado, pessoal, lá vem vindo a veraneio. Toda pintada de preto, branco, cinza e vermelho. Com números do lado, dentro dois ou três tarados. Assassinos armados, uniformizados.
Outra história com um outro rosto. Um outro beijo com o mesmo gosto. Era cedo e não podia dar certo. Lá vem um outro dia frio e encoberto. . Agora veja o meu estado.
Rafaela está trancada há dois dias no banheiro. Enquanto a sua mãe,. Toma prozac, enche a cara. E dorme o dia inteiro. Parece muito mas podia ser. . Carolina pinta as unhas roídas de vermelho.
Nem sempre o céu sorri pra mim. Nem sempre eu sou tão livre assim. Quem não pensa em parar. Quem não pensa em fugir. Sem destino. Dá vontade de sair. Sem destino.
Os velhos olhos vermelhos voltaram. Dessa vez. Com o mundo nas costas. E a cidade nos pés. Pra que sofrer se nada é pra sempre?. Pra que correr. Se nunca me vejo de frente.
Meu caminho é cada manhã. Não procure saber onde vou. Meu destino não é de ninguém. E eu não deixo os meu passos no chão. Se você não entende não vê. Se não me vê não entende.
Eu sou o passageiro. Eu rodo sem parar. Eu rodo pelos subúrbios escuros. Eu vejo estrelas saindo no céu. É o claro e o vazio do céu. Mas essa noite tudo soa tão bem.