Take my money, take my pride. Take my little piece of mind. It's alright. Lead me to a better life. Where I'm loved and where I'm wise. It's alright. Now I can see your signs of change.
All I had now is gone. Was not always alone. Now yet shed my last tear. For the child of my fear. . What is true for my eyes. Could be all made up in disguise.
Don't want to die to see. Nor want to live forever. But there is something I must find. I'm blind. I got a house and pool. Bulit on the isle of summer.
Life is what I'm bringing. Pain is what I'm killing. Hope is what you need to give me. Dust to dust and energy to energy. . I'm gonna fill up your hearts.
It's like an open fire. Spreading out, burning higher. It's a game, you know the name. Still it goes the same. . Like a guiding angel. White in white, plain essential.
A little manchild. High up at the window. His trembling feet at the line. Hey little manchild. Do you see the people?. From high above they're so kind.
My neighbors all see me stumblin home. They can see theres somethin perty bad wrong. They hear me singin the wrong kind of song. Just cause my beds been empty too long.
Close in, move out to where you want to go.. There's a crowd out there handclapping slow.. We're all powered up, switched on, the rig is tight.. Step into joy. Walk into light..
Do we inhabit some micro-space. and interface through wires.. Dance on a printed circuit board. throw the software to the fires.. My memory is slim -- so volatile.
Find some way to square the circle.. Feet slipping, sliding on the level.. Connect to reason, is there anybody there?. Drum it in to me now if you dare..
Here I am at the end of the day. with a cup of cold coffee. from the station buffet.. On Trains, on Trains I seem. to spend my life on Trains.. See the blue suit banker in the ticket line..
I walk along the strand. to catch the late ride home.. Shuttle through the evening gloom. knowing I forgot to phone.. The back door's open.. There's a chill blowing in..
She dances through the flower-filled room. Sea-green eyes a-sparking.. Or are they blue? The message clear:. Seduce the master, winking.. . Dainty feet circles inscribe.
Im thinking free - like the bird. flying over, over the animals. in the zoo. How do you do?. Whats it like to be in there? Think about it.. . Youre locked behind wires..
A Morris Minor, a caf noir. Banana smoothie, snails in a jar.. Three dodgy sailors, a girl on skates. A little too muscled from doing weights.. . A family wedding, a sushi bar.
My old black cat passed away this morning. He never knew what a hard day was.. Woke up late and danced on tin roofs.. If questioned Why? answered, Just because..
Dinner table chattering classes -. tells us all we need to know.. Like it. Lump it. Dig it. Dump it -. on your late, late show.. . And do you think youre Ralitsa Vassileva?.
Somewhere in a town in England. lay a babe with a curious smile.. He was of your father's children.. Born each side of a dry-stone mile.. He grew up through the schools and factories,.
I get lost in crowds: if I can, I remain invisible. to the hungry mouths. I stay unapproachable.. I wear the landscape of the urban chameleon.. Scarred by attention. And quietly addicted to innocence..
As I drove down the road to look for Eden. saw two young girls but left them standing there.. They were too late to get home on the underground. and probably too drunk, too drunk to care..