Street's like a jungle. So call the police. Following the herd. Down to Greece. On holiday. Love in the Nineties. Is paranoid. On sunny beaches. Take your chances.
I remember flashbacks lighting up magic whip. Eight o'clock, Kowloon emptiness, handle it. The white horse image I had of you eleven seconds ago. I didn't send you, so you will never know.
I've got a brain in lefthand drive. I don't sleep otherside. I ride a bullet like I'm Steve McQueen. Each time I intervene. I got a Keith and the barn is jumping.
I got the licence. I got dirty knees. I've been swinging in trees. A paid up member. I've been eating fleas. Running naked in the breeze. Catatonia itch.
Oh you are very strange. Sometimes I think you've gone insane. Twisted hearts you've gone insane. In this giddy world. Couldn't you begin to go. Where odd lines we hardly know.
He's a twentieth century boy. With his hands on the rails. Trying not to be sick again. And holding on for tomorrow. London ice cracks on a seamless line.
Wake up straight. Called out by the sun. On the first day of April. Out of bed. Lord, it was a plane crash. But I'm sure that I was dreaming. TV on,. Of course caffeine and signs.
sorry. but i don't understand. the things you say. they make no sense at all. funny. but i think that you mean them all. this time. . don't you. i know that you think i'm a fool.
I spy in the night sky, don't I?. Phoebe io elara leda callisto. Sinope janus dione portius, so many moons. Quiet in the sky at night. Hot in the milky way.
They stumbled into their lives. In a vague way became man and wife. One got the other they deserved one another. They settled in a brand new town. With people from the same background.
I remember thinkin' murder in the car. Watching dogs somersault through sprinklers on tiny lawns. I remember the graffiti, we are your children coming in with spray cans of paint.
Looking out for number onethe conversation in the dayroom's gone. It's a brutal thought but you thought it. And in the future it'll be the same. . Waltzing on an autobahnthere is cause for alarm.
The weekend is back. But so is he. Head to the flood lights. See the fraternity. They're waiting. I hear them up in the north. And down in the south. All that is spewing.
Ernold same awoke from the same dream. In the same bed, at the same time. . Looked in the same mirror. Made the same frown. And felt the same way as he did every day.
She says, "There's ants in the carpet". The dirty little monsters, eating all the morsels. Just pickin' up the rubbish. Give her effervescence, she needs a little sparkle.
She says, there's ants in the carpet. Dirty little monsters. Eating all the morsels. Picking up the rubbish. Give her effervescence. She needs a little sparkle.
I pump poison. Into my body. To forget. That I am me. It feels good. Wonderful. I forget I have feelings at all. You're dizzy. I floated up. Fifteen miles high.
Waiting on this empty day. It's just the same as any day. An' although I got nothing to say. I'm going to say it anyway. Day, day upon day, day upon day.
The death of the party. Came as no surprise. Why did we bother. should have stayed away. . Another night. And I thought well well. Go to another party.
There are ghosts in here. An easy laze. They dance all night. With a vacant gaze. They stand in rows. And buy alcohol. We're having fun at the dancehall.