Every day at 5 am. If you're down or in a mess. Get off on Angelina. . When you've stayed up far too late. Fallen through the door in a state. Call her at the premium rate.
Track 1 of _Fugazi_ ---. I am the assassin, with tongue forged from eloquence.. I am the assassin, providing your nemesis.. On the sacraficial altar to success, my friend;.
You're gone. As suddenly as you came to me. Like nightfall followed dawn without a day between. You're gone and suddenly I can't see. I'm in the shadow of you.
The cars leave their trails of hot and cold light inside my head. Like burned-in long exposure pictures. The wheels spin slowly backwards. Strobing in the amber light.
Things come wrapped up in time. Like the past in a present. Or the perfect line in a song. . They take their time. And when they're gone. They take their time with them.
When I hit the streets back in '81. Found a heart in the gutter and a poet's crown. I felt barbed wire kisses and icicle tears. Where have I been for all these years?.
Where do we go from here?. . Where do we go from here?. Where do we go from here?. Where do we go from here?. Where do we go from here?. . They boarded up the synagogues.
Woke up in a city that doesnt sleep. Full of rain. You woke me up. . Woke up in a city down by the sea. Like a dream. You woke me up. . I woke up in a city full of snow.
And if the bottle's no solution. Why does it feel so warm. And if that girl is no solution. Why did she feel so warm. And if to feel is no solution. Why do I feel.
When the taxis gather in mock Solemnity. Funeral hearses court the death of virginity. Was it paradise lost or paradise found?. Did we gain respect or were we holding ground?.
When the taxis gather in mock Solemnity. Funeral hearses court the death of virginity. Was it paradise lost or paradise found?. Did we gain respect or were we holding ground?.
We need to talk. About the way. You've been behaving. We need to talk. About the Christmas lights. In your clothes. We need to talk. About the stranger.
I lie awake at night. Listening to you sleeping. I hear the darkness breathe. And the rain against the window. . After all this time. Cynical and jaded.
On promenades where drunks propose. To lonely arcade mannequins. Where ceremonies pause. At the jewelers shop display. Feigning casual silence. In strained romantic interludes.
It used to rain. Dreary and grey. Most every day but not any more. We come out of our homes. We lie down. Under the cloud that never comes. . We roll in the radiation.
She took my hand and said "Let's go together". "You and me against the world". And so we stuck it out through still and stormy weather. And so we tumbled down the years.
Tux on, tux on, tux on, tux on, tux on. He has eyes down at the bingo on that lucky Friday night. The match was rained off Saturday but the panel came in bright.
Read some Kerouac and it put me on the tracks to burn a little brighter now. Something about roman candles fizzing out, shine a little light on me now.
The love that pounds your heart through your chest every night. Until the bed jumps beneath you and scares you white. . Trap the spark and hold it there.
In our house. Two's a crowd. You threw me out. Of my own life. You seem want to be a friend. . In our house. Two's a crowd. No more trouble. No more strife.