I am the message centre. Local and direct. Room to room, an operator (no calls today, dear, they'll just have to wait, dear). I call and I collect (so just strike him softly away from the body).
Ohm, Ohm, Ohm, Ohm. Ohm, Ohm, Ohm. . This is a public warning. Be careful when you're out. We're having freaky weather. There's a lot of it about. . On the terraces it's swinging.
The time has come. Not to be cautious. He must be careful not to make mistakes. For every half hour. In twenty-four. And operations rose. Faster than they did yesterday.
What if I told you I love you. What if I called you with rhyme. In this world there's nothing that's left. Well nothing that's new. . What if I told you without you.
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Sunday, Sunday here again in tidy attire. You read the color supplement, the TV guide. You dream of protein on a plate. . Regret you left it quite so late.
The suburbs they are dreaming. They're a twinkle in her eye. She's been feeling frisky. Since her husband said goodbye. . She wears a low cut t-shirt.
Wash with new soap behind the collar. Keeps a clean mental state. Don't usually bother in cold weather. But still I'm getting into work late. (Need). And I don't need the practice.
Wash with new soap behind the collar. Keeps a clean mental state. Don't usually bother in cold weather. But still I'm getting into work late. (Need). And I don't need the practice.
It's up to you, you know it is. I can't convince you all you have to do is slow down. I've always said it will never change. All you have to do just you be you.
I can't feel. "Cos I am numb. I can't feel. "Cos I am numb. So what's the worth in all of this. What's the worth in all of this. . Sing to me. . So what's the worth in all of this.
I think too much. On things I want too much. It makes me hateful. And I say stupid things. Only you can fill my blank heart. And I'm resigned to that.
So sure, so sure you are. Nothing can touch you now. I need to know, did you think of me?. But you're forgetting me now. . Slow down, don't be so. Eager to let me go.
Only the magical transit children sing, sing the lullaby bah, bah, bah,. Sitting on the pavement sucking on a long straw, it's colorful,. It's colorful, but it washes you out.
A fervored image of another world. Is nothing in particular now. And imitation comes naturally. But I never really stopped to think how. And everyone is a clever clone.
Hello Peter Panic. You've landed on our planet. What a strange thing you are. With little pissy eyes. . You got in the television. Turned us all old and wisened.
Chemical Eats. Best part of the peach. You're always the way you are. What of that going to close you in. You got a gaping hole in your head. Id let the birds nest there instead.
On my way to the club. I fell down a hole. All the people there. Said have you come alone. . And I, I just want to be, darling with you. The music's made that way.
Holy man tiptoed his way across the Ganges. The sound of magic music in his ears. Videoed by a bus load of tourists. Shiny shell-suits on and drinking lemonade.
Lead in me and me in water. Dangling in my word. I swallowed too much oily water. It keeps slipping down my spine. . In a sense of self decline. Growing fat on sound.