I wanna have dinner with Gershwin. I wanna watch Rembrandt sketch. I wanna talk theory with Curie. Impossible I guess. . I wanna talk moods with Picasso.
I want to have dinner with Gershwin. I want to watch Rembrandt sketch. I want to talk theory with Curie. Impossible I guess. . I want to talk moods with Picasso.
So much fun to be had in my head. No more sunshine. So much fun just lying in my bed. No more sunshine. I can't face the sunlight and the dirt outside.
Put some lipstick on. At least your lies will be pretty. A shadow on my face. And us donkeys wake up weary. . Sweating and sickly. Donkeys don't allow their tears.
Scratch my leg with a rusty nail, sadly it heals. colour my hair but the dye grows out. i can't seem to stay a fixed ideal. Childhood pictures redeem, clean and so serene.
Sovereign fingers scrape our lives until we are bought. Screaming comatose with blackboard chalk. Siphoned minds suck a wallet full of love. Spitting out a language I don't wanna talk.
Bill and Ted and Waynes World drawl. Just another dull fucking bore. Vietnams cool now and even Superman's believed. Hussein in power as the media war retreats.