Beautiful Dream. . I had a dream I was living by the ocean. I had a dream I was living in the sun. I wake up sad because I'm living in darkness. I know I'm not alone.
We burn out in the dark. We are invisible stars. We are a question mark. Be careful what you ask for. We are broken bet. We never had a chance. We want what we dont have.
(Oh oh oh. oh oh oh. oh oh oh). . Just a boy with a sling and a stone,. but the heart of a lion dared him to go.. To hear the sound of the cynical,. die out with the sound of the giant's fall..
Morning, this morning the curtains are shut. I'd ring you in the morning but the phone's been cut. Can you hear me, I've been calling all day?. Can you hear me?.
This is a song about Spike. He is a bad ass guy. Who just happens to be. A really good friend of mine. . Everyone I know, yeah. Who knows Spike too. Will agree when I say the words.
Today, medical science recognizes. That some folks aren't helped by relaxing exercises. . In cases of difficult tension and nervous apprehension. Doctors are now prescribing medicine.
Today, medical science recognizes. That some folks aren't helped by relaxing exercises. . In cases of difficult tension and nervous apprehension. Doctors are now prescribing medicine.
5 AM on a Sunday morning. Walking uptown. With the rain in the snow. When I saw you. It came without a warning. A face I had never seen. A feeling I had never known.
I see you roll your eyes. You know it makes me smile. You are like the sun to me. Bright as liquid fire. . I feel so powerless. To hold you up above the world.
I hear the sonic sound of brakes. As you whisper in my ear. I hold your head between my sweaty hands. And shout loud for all to hear. Anita say the word.
She was an American girl. Raised on promises. She couldn't help thinking that. There was a little more to life. Somewhere else. . After all it was a great big world.
{K exchange Los Angeles. Portions of the day's programming are reproduced by means. Of electrical transcriptions or tape recordings}. . The V.C.R. and the D.V.D..
I am all fucked up. And I am ready to break. No, I don't wanna be the guy. Who is always on the outside. I wanna find my own. Good place. . All fucked up.
I wish my life was like a John Hughes movie. Good times and easy on the dark side. I wish my life was like a John Hughes movie. Bright lights, always looking for a better life.
Yeah, he was rolling in the rumor. That he was the loser king for a day, yeah, yeah. Ah, she was kinda cross-eyed. She was damaged in a beautiful way, yeah, yeah.
You seem to make the same mistakes everyday. Sometimes it's hard to open your eyes. You wanna be the only cake on the table. Yeah, you say you don't like surprises.
Wasn't that you. Walking down Pico boulevard. Yeah, wasn't that you. Looking cool, baby, walking hard. Wasn't that you fallin' drunk out of that black girls car.
Brawling scratches mean a bad hair day. Go on and press your face all up against the glass. Watch and wonder as the pretty things spin and burn. Swing and missing all, almost every time.
Woke up sweating in the sun. Sprawled across my big brother's grave. Shaking and drunk with sleep. I crawled to my feet and walked up into the shade. Of a young elm tree that must have been planted since the last we came.