Time 2:15, the AM. Place Ronardo's "Boom-Boom-Room" on South Street. I'm a hot blond and it was a cold night. This is my story. I ain't ashamed to tell it.
(written by kevin griffin). (transcribed by ferlen david iii). . The sigh. The color. Chestnut skin. And ends alone you hide the color. That's inside a hundred rivers.
If I ever feel the light again. Shining down on me. I won't have to tell you. How welcome it would be. . I felt the light before. But I let it slip away.
Ingenious ways of wasting time.. Misused intelligence seems like a crime.. Internet gossip got you glued to the screen.. Ignoring the world beyond your five favourite zines..
(Reminds me somewhat of Chris Isaak's "Wicked Game" off of Heart Shaped. World.).
Our alternative nation where all the individuals. Are just being the same, massive imitation. Just a 90's version of the same rock and roll game. . Yes, the same corporate rock.
I'm that great divide. That never was at all. That's neither large nor heavy. That's neither light or small. There always was and will be. Forever and through all time.
You're mine. baby. . You're my favorite waste of time. . Mine. baby. . You're my favorite waste of time.. Here I am. I am playing. Daydreaming fool agam..
She was a Midwestern prom queen. Got her boyfriend headed out west. They ended up in the valley. In a one room apartment, a disconnected phone, yeah. .
Calmly, like a razor. I got us on the door. Or I got a tape of clerks. Someone left the night before. . So I come over later. You're sittin' in that chair.
Baby do you know what you did today?. Baby do you know what you took away?. You took the blue out of the sky. My whole life changed when you said goodbye.
Your hair's so fair, your eye's so dark. I love you hard as my life. You pass me by as though I were a stone. You cut me like a knife. . Boy, I do, I got my eye on you.
All in, all in, you got me all in. Crank the music up, let it never end. All in, all in, you got me all in. 'Til the sun come up and we start again. .
I love, how your eyes close whenever you kiss me. And when I'm away from you, I love, how you miss me. I love the way, you always treat me tenderly. But darlin' most of all I love, how you love me.
Why this feeling? Why this glow?. Why the thrill when you say hello?. It's a strange and tender magic you do.. Mister Wonderful, that's you.. Why this trembling when you speak?.
This Grey room,. This bunker,. The air is humming. us to sleep. . While outside,. the city hurries;. the endless worries. are out of reach. . Promise me we'll never leave this room,.
I heard you say and rightly so. "We turn our backs on we most need to know". Give in too fast then give in to no one. And once they've got you where they want you.
"Hi, operator.". "May I help you?". "Yeah, it's me again. Did you get him on the line yet? . . .. Oh, this is awful. I've been trying to get him all day. . . ..
There's a bridge 'cross my stream. Never seems to get broken. Never could, never would. Never clouds up my day. . See, I wanted to give. Then I just couldn't take it.
Bung, bung, bung, bung, bung. Bung, bung, bung, bung, bung. Bung, bung, bung, bung, bung. Bung, bung, bung, bung, bung. Bung, bung, bung, bung, bung. .