Sweet communist. The communist daughter. Standing on the sea-weed water. Semen stains the mountain tops. Semen stains the mountain tops. With cocoa leaves along the border.
Growing sleepy as the rain falls. As children draped in flowers form a chain. They sing a song with jelly jars and bird calls. As night falls into dust and it's day again.
This song was recorded in Jeff's bedroom in Louisiana. when he was 17 years of age. Some of the sounds featured. are his sister playing piano, his mother hearing.
Crawl across toward your window.. I'm calling softly from the street.. Always a lonely widow. Half-awake and sleeping on my feet.. . I'm of age but have no children..
Crawl across toward your window. I'm calling softly from the street. Always a lonely widow. Half awake and sleeping on my feet. . I'm of age but have no children.
Blistering Pree, all smiling and swollen. Makes babies to breathe. With their hearts hanging open all over the sheets. As soft as beets in some brown dresser drawer.
if there is grace in this world. if there is light on this earth. let us use it. let us see it. starting right now. . can we be down with ourselves. respectful and mindful of one, of one another.
I'm leaving, tommorow.... And I don't know, why.. There's something, that's not right with my soul,. I have no goal, I have no goal.. I'm leaving shallow waters,.
(Art, Verny, Tuxx, Brent). Every day and every night it seems the fight never ends. How can it be that. we will see, let's not pretend. The golden rule's supposed to be all of.
(Art, Verny, Tuxx, Brent). There's a reason for the madness.. There's a reason why. We're all falling down.. Let us think about the action. Tha keeps our fingers pinched.
You look to me like someone new. And i wish I could talk to you. But you seem tied up. So I'll leave you to make your mind up. Is it me or you. . I like you madly, like you madly.
(Art, Verny, Tuxx, Brent). Already taken, sent to find what we would hope to know, find somebodt to. help you iunderstand. Its hard to find but there are a few at hand, still.
En la ciudad gris, bares y cafés,. Tenés que olvidar, nena, no podés. Era un escritor, se la daba de,. Era un usador de tu buena fe. . Y justo pensé, pensé por pensar,.
I can see you just in black. I can see you just in white. I can not see in the colors. Is not easy to be alright. . Don't say tomorrow. Don't say tomorrow.
Burn the street. Burn the cars. pa pa power pa pa power. . Please make me better. . Broken glass. Broken hearts. pa pa power pa pa power. . Please make me better.
Like a lamb to its slaughter. Buried in water. . Down. Under the ground. There's a town there. I've been down there. In the middle of the lake. I hold your hand, for goodness' sake.
Oh,. You're gonna lose your soul, tonight. You're gonna lose your soul. You're gonna lose your soul. Tonight, tonight.. . Oh,. You're gonna lose control, tonight.