Between the black and the gray there is only the rage. Of the waterfall dream. And the shadows that play in the roaring cascade. Will not stay in the stream.
Maybe they had a ridiculous statement to make. About something they hadn't experienced. Possibly Sam had a different opinion. That nobody'd ever considered important.
Here we go again. Of what's left of the fool on the floor. And here once again. Through the cellar and out through the back door. . And I don't want a lose it.
Well, they say, it's a rotten shame. Everyone is for now to blame. It's the end and it's all the same. Rotten ghost without a name. . Go away is the other thing.
The colors are flowing from the wall to the floor. And only an outline still remains. 'Cause the roof's got a hole in it. And everything's been ruined by the rain.
We played for you and you did not dance. we wailed and you did not listen. and John came neither eating nor drinking. and you said he is possessed by a demon.
I wanna be. I wanna be right out there. And watch it blow right out of the radio. . I gotta be. I gotta be like something. And watch my face come out of the radio.
Quit it give it up, ring that bell. You climb the walls, might as well. Like golden roses fallin' down. Ringing out all over town. Somewhere in the ballroom.
With a mind that's sick and crazy. Put together like a baby in a fist fight. Here comes an angel flying. Like a moth to a backyard bug-light. . One mind two hearts somehow got torn apart and healed.
This rendered me silent. Tuneless, only petrified. Roads leading to nowhere. Twisting through it's silver hair. . In time I got me the lucky right. To see it in an apple light.
Love flies on wings. Listen to the angels sing. Love flies on wings. Put it in the calibrations. Show it to be ornamental. Wrapped up, crapped on, torn up, thrown away.
Lights blowing away. Came untied in a hurricane. . Behind the shadow of the wind. The wave is sharp and narrow. To find the needles eye then. To fire with poison arrows.
I'm dead, got nothing to lose. the biggest fucker around's gonna give himself. the blues trying to make trouble for a dead man. what's that, you're mistaken.
Many a hand has scaled the grand old face of the plateau. Some belong to strangers and some to folks you know. Holy ghosts and talk show hosts are planted in the sand.
Once I was something but I can't remember. Whatever that something should be. Once I was something but I can't remember. Whatever that something should.
They draw the line you cannot see. They build the cage that sets you free. They drop the word from up above. They crack the whip you've grown to love.
Laughing gold carried on silver. Open robe waving by the trailer. This is paradise. . Ivory whales high on corn bread. Wind-filled sails, fly to the door step.
Out my way. Days turns days. Days in grace. Out my way. . Blue hands face. Good night's lace. Out in storms. Lights embrace. . Down in its cave. My heart lays.
Love is sweeter than honey. Honey is sweeter than wine. Wine is sweeter than tangerines. Tangerines are blind. . I know the skies above. I know that's where the angels meet.
Well, that iceberg. Well, wanna dewdrop. Well, at the sidewalk. Well, it's just a backdrop. . Slow down, slow down. Do you feel like running?. Take a look around.