Who maddest one on the M One. Who hasn't stopped sucking his thumb. Who very straight and never grins. Who cares what car he's driving in. . He is because he saw it on a commercial break.
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.
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.
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.
La la la la. . La la la la. . La la la la. . La la la la. . Meanie Leanie. Come on down. Come and entertain the town. It's Friday night and we're all bored.
Couldn't sell a buck like a private Joe. You're the one, you're the one. Comb my hair and again I stare. Go find a song before too long. . I've got a head full of/healthy feeling.
Yeah, i found nowhere. It got to know me. Let me sleep all day. Spend the money. I haven't felt my legs. Since the summer. And i don't call my friends.
Primal evil, what am I?. Tongue tied 'til the day I die. There's no love made with mermaids. It's just distraction so they say. . And I'm too tired to care about it.
I don't understand. You're walking all over me. All over me to you. . You must be mad. And you know you are. You should have known. I'd do anything for you.