From the tantrum of teapots & coffee spoons. To the sigh when you turn out your bed light. From the wound in the side to the day a loved one dies. You know there is nothing you can do to make it right.
Fucked on the gurney 'til you're black and blue,. by beheaded banshees who cackle and coo.. Who'd let a medic of blasphemous birth. flavor his meat with the salt of the earth?.
Steam. Rising up. through the cracks in the curb. As if this whole town was ready to blow. And the one thing I know. is that I can't hold it back. But tomorrow.
Fucked on the gurney 'til you're black and blue,. by beheaded banshees who cackle and coo.. Who'd let a medic of blasphemous birth. flavor his meat with the salt of the earth?.
The sweetest symptoms of stupidity are lies. embed themselves in crevices behind your eyes. Half awake you'd stagger twenty flights a night. to hurl yourself headlong from heavens lofty heights.
they're lying on Sesame street. she's watching the moon shine. like a razor in the corner of her eye. as if from afar. as she tears down the last star.
He drew a question from a curtain of flies,. 'Are there colors in the dreams of the blind?'. He knew the answer when you tore out his eyes,. 'Does black count?'.
There's this guy I know. He's been to some of our local shows. In bloody clothes. He's a psycho. He's got this whim:. wants us to write a song about him.
took half your face and both your eyes. it left you nothing but paralyzed. and mushroom clouds it left behind. our city's crumbling but i don't mind. the ether tastes like nausea,.
Cliff Barnes. where would you have been. if j.r. wouldn't have been there. with his dollar grin ?. What would you be doing ?. Would you be screwing a wing ?.
it's several months now since we mentioned love. a play in a down-beat groove that we can't get out of. don't know if we're hunters or collectors, you and i.
Half a pack of cigarettes mostly broke or bent. I think of cancer as I put one to my. cracked lips that long to slake this poison lust. Voices spin and resonate inside.
Some say love is a flower. and I guess they know what's right. 'cause it has its seasons. and it fades without light. if it has a beginning. it'll surely have an end.
Imprisoned in perfume. I smell her in my blanket when I'm sleeping. Strange how they hurt you. stinging memories they break your heart. And it's gone so fast.
Walked by a patch of water in which I saw the sun. It made me think of you, and how far you'd really gone. Then I heard the sound of wings, of a bird that didn't sing.
hey miscarriage i was hoping you'd catch my white knuckled wave. but the umbilical bars of your seraphant cell they're all,. "hey now what's that sound?" Machine gun fire in the shantytown..
Oh no. there's something wrong. with little Billie John. Nowadays I can't seem to. ding-a-long-ling-long. my ding-a-long-ling-long. What's going on ?.
Every night. I watch the late show. And you know. my only dream. is to be there on the screen. I'd chat a bit with Dave. he'd listen to what I'd say. and read my name.
A stranger to you but. I've known you forever you're my flesh and blood. You gave me this life and made me hate you for it. The distance in years but time is a cloud and a whisper.
Masochistic at night and omnipotent by day. the tyrannical child king of a neutral country. whose arsenal only serves to palliate. the brigades who stand firm by a frontier of glass.