Innocent and erotic. She slept in the arms of nature. She was the princess of passion. The light of day, fairly and sinful. . She woke up to a dewfull morning.
how lovely. you're standing in the rain. . i want to feel you. hold you and kiss you. i want to kill you. and see you flying high. . but how can i make your.
You spurn my natural emotions. You make me feel like dirt. And I'm hurt. And if I start a commotion. I run the risk of losing you. And that's worse. .
(fake fake flowers) (fake funeral). This room is a fluorescent tomb:. It's brazen bulbs mimic death's hyena croon.. He pulls on her wires, she jerks to attention,.
If I was young, I'd flee this town. I'd bury my dreams underground. As did I, we drink to die, we drink tonight. . Far from home, elephant gun. Let's take them down one by one.
Close your eyes and roll a dice. Under the board there's a compromise. If after all we only lived twice. Which lies the run road to paradise. . Don't say a word, here comes the break of the day.
My wooden vibrating mouth. Sing me your lover's song. Come with me we'll head up north. Where the rivers run icy and strong. . The empty theater is lying cold.
Holds my attention. Sharpens my laurentien. Makes me want apple pie. Love has never lost me. Nothing that can stop me. Gotta give you one more try. . Yeah, every single day.
Awnings and ice and dirty green. Newspapers, shovels, sand on the breeze. I think of Eliot when I smell the street. And it's sometimes wise. Just to shut your eyes.
thick shakes little snakes. fashion accessories earthquakes. five and dime cherry lime. wait my turn at the back of the line. barbed wire forest fire.
silver pink ponies flying over me. you may feel strange, well, you are an angel. stuck in tight pants stuck at a high school dance. stuck doing people things not knowing you have wings.
"I don't know why you don't go back to college and get your degree," he said. "You could be anything you want to be if you'd only believe that you're.
Words & music by Jen Foster. . I'm lost when memories are all I have to breathe. I'm lost when endings are always just beginning. Where did you go? All that I know.
Should have known by the way your lips met on that cigarette. So delicate from the moment I saw you by. Had to get through. You were the one.. Take me.. I won't surrender...
So where'd you go?. How was your vacation home?. Well obviously you were busy, too busy for me. So this is how you leave me?. I'm broken hearted on the floor,.
Jean Cocteau is covered in butter. The ghosts of Cappucino and Zaza hover. In the hallway where the devil and his lover. Beg you for change on the slide.