Do you remember chalk hearts melting on a playground wall. Do you remember dawn escapes from moon washed college halls. Do you remember the cherry blossom in the market square.
How long can you stand. Tightening up. Avoiding the fight. Avoiding the truth. Tighten the smile. Tighten the lie. Will you get what you want. To be cursed with your dreams.
We are jigsaw pieces aligned on the perimeter edge,. Intelocked through a missing piece.. We are Renaissance children becalmed beneath the bridge of sighs,.
Many's the time I've been thinking about changing my ways. But when it gets right down to it it's the same drunken haze. I'm serving a sentence to write life's sentences.
Curl up tight into a ball. Curl my body against the soil. Staring up here. At the cathedral wall. I will sleep tonight. . Be a baby. forget it all. Be a baby watch the quiet stones.
As you lie there on your bed. Beneath the face of Louise Brooks. With your makeup and your teddy bear. And your C.S. Lewis books. Bad seed. You're a bad seed.
I'd be really pleased to meet you if I could remember your name. But I got problems of the memory ever since I got a winner in the fame game. I'm a citizen of Legoland travellin' incommunicado.
When footlights dim in reverence to prescient passion forewarned. My audience leaves the stage, floating ahead perfumed shift. Within the stammering silence, the face that launched a thousand frames.
Garden Party held today, invites call the debs to play,. Social climbers polish ladders, wayward sons again have fathers,. Edgy eggs and queing cumbers, rudely wakened from their slumber,.
Even if the good old days were good. Even if the old days were golden days. Even if the good old days were good. The past is a terrible place. The past is a terrible place to live.
Did you ever fall in love. Did you ever fall in love. Did you ever fall in love. Did you ever dream of falling. . If my heart were a ball. It would roll uphill.
This house aches. I whistle it's tune. After so much noise. Freedom is silence. . Half the house is missing. Taken half of me with it. I had imagined this.
Maybe you're just too upset inside. To give it to me straight. Maybe you've become too angry and too close to crying. To say anything I can understand.
I've been feeling kind of down and loose. Like a Rosicrucian pope. Head down deep in the womb of time. Carrying a message of hope. My hands steady as a hangman's hands.
Hotel hobbies padding dawns hollow corridors. Bell boys checking out the hookers in the bar. Slug-like fingers trace the star-spangled clouds of cocaine on the mirror.
I was out in the cold of a North London street. A cog in the hurrying world. Above the walls and the gate police. I caught a glimpse of a Holloway girl.
'I feel so strange what's wrong with me'. You've got a problem that you can't see. But I've got a feeling that the rumours are true. I see the girl's go a hook in you.
He knows, you know. He knows, you know. Yea. Problems, problems. Problems, problems. . Light switch, yellow fever, crawling up your bathroom wall. Singing psychedelic praises to the depths of a China bowl.
Wide boys, wide boys, wide boys,. Born with hearts of Lothian. Wide boys, we were wide boys,. Born with hearts of Lothian. Wide boys, we were wide boys,.
Did you ever feel that just by jumping on a plane. All your cares would drop away. And you'd be born again. . Returning to a nature child. Happy wild and free.