She had stars in her eyes, in her dreams every night. So she packed her bags and took a ride out to Hollywood. She took the town by storm, another star was born.
She's her momma's baby she's her daddy's pride an' joy. They've kept her under wraps she ain't been hangin' out. With any ugly I can boy, hardly ever been kissed.
It's not over even though it's finally through. Drank the cup awhile till somebody withdrew. Feel the wind cry out as it screams against your face. All that love you drank now you shake with distaste.
I have walked here maybe on this road. A bed of friends. Via thoughts of guild so unextinguished. . I was on my mothers door. Am I now on your reel?. .
I was sitting in my car the other night. Behind a couple of High School kids. Light turned green and they didn't go. They were locked in a red light kiss.
Maps to help you lose your way. No shadowless crag could find you here. With white noise dreams hearts full of dark sleep. It gives me the creeps. When distant cars freeze all uncertainty.
You're crippled like a horse. Fall legless down a hill. Is that your notion?. I've escaped.. . With fingernails like chalk. Spill dust into the wind. You're a testament to your own mistakes.
Can you dig it?. Can you DIG it?. True Goo by Free Paul Simon Magoo. Fame confront truths stink glory one. Your itchy doo. Angry spoo just grew and grew.
Am I loaded to the gills. Treading water on the window sill. Ain't no flashlight to take you back. That wet paint that's on your wall leaves me feeling weak.
This is the season of confession. And I'll listen to all of this. There's no tokenism. I'm all ears to truth because my duty's all too clear. When you can't see the light for the door.
What's the point of waking up today?. What's the point of doing anything anyway. What's the point of hearing people say. that you wont amount anything.
You're my pal, I'm your friend, together we can patch up our loose ends. I'm as close as I can get but you're so far away it's that I must confess. That I've tried to numb my heart stop it beating before it starts.
Wake up no time to hang around for joy. It's not gonna knock you on the head. Or kick you out of bed. . All the trains keep leaving the seats are nailed down.
I know it's a cliché. When they say we were doomed before we could start. We were making no headway. But cold logic wont bring back the sound of your heart.
Driven so left field ignoring the sun. Coughing up the stars and still invisible to everyone. But you set my hands on fire till the ice is melted. Help me succumb.
Your town is full of goblins, crooks and murder. Your mother thinks you love the next door neighbour. Your record player speaks to you all evening. While she's down stairs smashing things as she's cleaning.
Every time I stop I think of all the things we did. I can't put that book down now I'm face first on the ground. And every single day I tear up all the notes I had.
Pelicans are rising in the dusk dawn pukey sea. And I'm having apparitions performed by my memory. Well the sand feels like gehenna as it swallows up my feet.
Driving south on a dust grey afternoon. I just had to do it. Summer sky is a well done charcoal black. Nothing to go through with. Neil Young's on the radio playing something tragic.
Infatuation gripped again I can make myself so sick with lonely plans. And I watch the sky miles out and act out scenes. That only ever take place in my dreams.