Taking the dogs. Across the street. To a grassy space. Between the buildings. Watching your shadow. Cast by the street light. It does appear. As if you're tapping.
Teardrops from a shadow. This tongue starts to waggle. That's a lovely dress yo'. And oh that's just "Titian". . And it's not true you know you swear.
Oh (what's the matter with the boy?). Oh (did he really have to be so sure?). . But you're not thinking ride around without a sound.. Restless boy in restless town and you commence to.
And now it's getting darker. Or so it would seem. And if out of this comes nothing. Then maybe nothing is what I mean. Raise a dusty eyelid. To a window in the south.
In my opinion there is a race. For a place at the bottom of the pile. Is neither completely conceived nor is it ill advised. It just simply satisfies a basic need.
Every boy is Atlas. Every boy eats apples. Every boy is an asshole. So why do you need them. . In a t-shirt blue. Did he feel so cruel. But he's so far from it.
You can't come to the rescue. You can't come to the phone. You can't come to the party. You can't come to my home. . Come on come on come on come on now.
She was neat. was worried about the holocaust. rather uncomfortable. but not unusual. It was great. She said it was easy reading. Those busy pictures.
I was watching your mouth move in and out. In little unexpected ways. Not hearing a word that you said in over twenty minutes. On occasion I grunt and give you a knowing stare.
We like to throw our bodies around. We like to feel each other. We're all slaves when we hear that sound. Says dance. Says dance. Says you gotta dance.
Here I go again. Up and down alone. All my friends went home. Years ago. . All my toys are broken and. So am I inside mom. The carnival has closed. Years ago.
I was scared to death. Afraid to close my eyes. and find that I was gone. Like every other one who left before the dawn. I vanished in the air. Am I still there?.
The California air. Your nightgown on the stairs. I remember every night. Scenes from home in the Quiet Room. . How long have I been gone. Did winter kill the lawn.
I wake up in the basement. I'm so hungry. I'm dry. I must be here sleep walking. Musn't I?. . Related. . 18 Non-Traditional Yet Perfect Wedding Songs.
Scarlet wants to hold me, wearing just a red-veiled hat. Sheba's in the shadows waiting for her turn at bat. In the parlour where the lights are low. A vulture sister act, I watch their show.
We work this band 'cause they make it rock. But we're the guys that make it roll. We move the drums, and amps, and junk. Road rats: we're a pack. And the road's our home.
Sonny wakes up in the morning feeling kinda sick. Needs a little Stoli Vodka, needs it really quick. Sees a little blood run from his eyes. Feels a little hotel paralyzed.
No tricks. Up my sleeve. I kicked the downs. And now I'm clean. No shakes. Up my spine. I beat the speed and I. Dumped the wine. No tracks. That was yesterday.
I got a job in Atlanta in a mall playing Santa. Not because of any talent but because I was the. only one the suit would fit. Everybody shopping, little sticky kids were hopping.
Hey you out there in outer space. You're lookin' at some style and grace. The blood and gutty human race. Well, come on down here to meet us. . And all you sightings up there in the sky.