Her floor is my ceiling. I know what goes on. He finishes her quickly. And then he gets up to go. . She walks to the lounge room. And puts on a tape. Lights up an Alpine.
Little song about a man called Gough. And a little boy who wanted to be tarred with the same brush. He learnt Latin, held his head up high. And he hated the Liberals though he didn't know why.
Gone surfing. Tell the world I'm out. Gone surfing. Tell the world I'm out. . Here in the sun. Here in the sun. In the sea. It's all good with me.
Broad horizon as I walk from your embrace. What I feel is nothing but the taste of you. I get buried in your mouth. I fall in, I don't care if I can't climb out.
Show me a way to stop lovin you. And I'll stop coming 'round. Your flatmate in the front room. He thinks he may have found. . The last of the teenage lovers.
Torch the moon, burn the schools. She wrote in red on her bedroom wall, "Nothing's pure". The paint runs to the floor. . She laughs too easily and cries too hard.
Can you divide the meaning. By the number of your words?. The money in your pocket. By the masters that you serve?. . It's not the destination. It's what's around the curve.
She came from the Cocos Islands. With a limp and a snow-shaker, huh. Hocked by a fine Arabian ginger Monsignor. . He said, "You ain't get's nothing. 'Cause nothing gets made by Koreans".
He'll need some time to get over this. But a moment is all he can spare. His buddies out there in the city lights. And he is trying to care. . See him offering himself to the world.
We've seen her type before. Sandals and the hair. They fall in love with big dumb boys. And we sit and stare. . So, we walk the long way home. Glasses in our hands.
Charlie, you're not my Charlie anymore. You're screwing it up. You're killing your soul. With an audience looking on. . If I hadn't left early last night.
I'm awake, you sleep on and on. When you wake. My head is resting on your shoulder. I'm breathing you in, I'm breathing you in. . Don't get up, I'm in heaven.
" There was the stage. Two red lights and a dodgy P.A. You trod the planks way back then. And it's strange that you're. Here again - here again ". . " And I wish , I wish I knew the right words.
After the fall, things will never be the same. How in the world can anyone love again?. . Some of my best work was you. I wish you were here right now.
Well there's a band on every corner. But I'm not in one. I hate three out of every four of them. But I haven't got a gun. I was ten hours asleep. But I stayed in my room.
We pay to shed a sombre tear in the darkness together here. One among the hundreds, crying for the millions. And when the house lights break the trance.