I don't want to put another thought in my head. . The hummingbird is cleared for maintenance. Evacuating long after it made no sense. It's not so much a load out and stay any more.
One day in El Paso. The cops go into the crowd. Under a glaring bladder of light. And the music is so loud. And the tourists take their t-shirts off. A busload of kids gives you the finger.
Afternoon see a guy with rubies on his head. And he's shifting like, shifting like he was dead. And he's hearing something she never said. On his way back home under his bed.
So the chemistry's set. And I'm not the saddest cheerleader to forget the American word. For the gang in the head. That dwindles to no members when. The mystery's met.
Drip, drip, drip. Baby, when'd you get so Zen?. Drip, drip. When I used to know you when. Drip, drip. When you thought all my dreams sucked. Drip, drip.
There she blows, Jacques Cousteau. Hear her sing so sweet and low. Lull me overboard, out cold. Gathered in and swallowed whole. . Do I want to with all that charm?.
Use it up, use it all up. Don't save a thing for later, yeah. If there's music out there laying in wait. To pounce and drain every ounce if you wait or hesitate, yeah.
Did you know you were the rock plug for all of us. Did you know in the conduit of Vesuvius. You were far more unifying than you know. I'm not a judge of suitable.
I loaded the variables. Like masterpieces from under the germ led advance. I saw your compass on a sea of frayed cable and. Aspects of vision afloat in a glance.
Old lion's dying, got left behind cut your teeth. Lose your meat and man it's just a matter of time. Key's to the cuffs, you might be king. That's it, that's all, that's everything.
Everyone's got their breaking point. With me it's spiders, with you it's me. Thugs in perpetuity. . When we're excited little birds around the feeder.
This is tiger the lion. Give me the knuckles of frisco. If there's danger in the language, gentlemen. I suggest no further use of the two way radio. .
"Why is the world so creepy?" she asked. Till a car full of haircuts drove past. A backseat full of the boys. . I told her that it isn't. That it, that it's exquisite.
Thompson Girl, I'm stranded at the Unique Motel. Thompson Girl, winterfighter's shot on the car as well. Looks like Christmas at fifty five degrees. This latitude weakens my knees, Thompson Girl.
Zoo Lion sobers up and starts to scream and shout. A little dose of home fire got him all smoothed out. Melancholy wine soaked tenderness. She hated it here, oh she couldn't care less.
Violins and tambourines. And this is what we think they mean. It's hard to say, it's sad but true. I'm kind of dumb and so are you. . When the mystique varies thus.
We rode hard for the boat, hard as we could. "No tears," you said, "Understood?". "Understood?" I said, "All right". . 'A crowd will be born', 'only born die'.
Under the pillow. I bury my head and try to shut Chicago out. As it turns out, there's a whole other world of sounds. Of perfect fifths low skids and Arctic howls.
The exact feeling. Is coming back around. The tiger's wheeling. And covering some ground. . I'm up to my torch, I'm up to my tits. Maybe I got no more interest.
I was first attracted by your scent. Your heart must be a caramelised onion. By the time I saw your flame. It was all over for you and what's his name.