Dear sweet filthy world, my wife or whoever reads this,. I think that I've lived too long. With all of my promise unfulfilled. But there is a veil drawn over all of that.
Did anybody notice, over marmalade and eggs. In between the Princess' legs. What with wars and floods and beggars. Not to mention stocks and shares. Well, if you have a moment to spare.
I thought it was you and your optimist's view of the clock. And how it's always another day. Just after twelve o'clock's struck. You said "now I only want you so I don't have to promise".
I thought I would go to the sea and shrink down very tiny. And slide inside the telephone wire that runs under the briny. Till I found there is a way of crawling to the USA.
This tattered document. A mystery you can solve. Some burnt out filament. Flies buzzing around the bulb. . Country Darkness. . He thought of traveling.
Well, you know your time has come. And you're sorry for what you've done. You should've never been playing with a gun. In those complicated shadows. .
Yesterday's coal train came to rest in the bitter. cutting. And as the signals took an age to change it was. easy pickings. So you go to the movies where they smash it up.
She'll fix you with an iron cross. And cover you up with petals. And hang you up with some amber beads. And four or five precious metals. And in that black flamingo chair.
Tears on your blackmail. Written to ransom. A point of the fingernail. Says that he's handsome. . Clowntime is over. Time to take cover. While others just talk and talk.
Payday's coming and we wash it away. Clean money, clean money. Payday's coming and we wash it away. Clean money, clean money. That's what I want to do.
She stood spot lit in a plain print dress. Came howling out of the wilderness. There beat a cunning and murderous heart. Beneath that calm exterior. .
With their cardboard hands by their sides. Here's a naked man and lady. And they're yours to cut out and keep. So you can dress them up, maybe. . And they don't know just who they are.
She throws back her hair and she shows you her mouth. The breath that I waste trying to ruin your life. Beauty's on a budget but you take it on the chin.
Oh, well, I feel so loose tonight I might fall to pieces. So be prepared to sweep me out the door. And I might be horizontal by the time the music ceases.
Men made out of monkeys. Men made into mice. Happy days are here again. And all the drinks half price. A girl with a trick and a man with a calling. .
Can you be true?. Can this possibly be real?. I knew quite suddenly. Do you sense how I feel?. I long to hear you whisper my name. 'Til you tell me. "My Darling, you may be my man.".
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No one looks in this place for motive or any hope. But for the dead shot of an amber glass. The blue light of a votive. . The rain obscured the window.
I feel like a boy with a problem. I can't believe what we've forgotten. And I even slapped your face and made you cry. . It's the last thing I want to do.
Now it's just you and me, my blue friend. And you say that it's you that she's thinking of and our affair must end. But if it's you that she's thinking of.