He raped me in the chalet lines. The girl I shared with was away for the night. I couldn't get up for my shift today. I'll have to leave the camp now anyway.
A mile and a half on a bus takes a long time. The odour of old prison food takes a long time to pass you by. Day upon day of this wandering gets you down.
The boy done wrong again. Hang your head in shame and cry your life away. The boy done wrong again. Hang your head in shame and cry your life away. Are you ok now?.
Well, look at the kid from school. He's teaching mamas and papas how to be a little cool. He's changing fashion, the way he dress. The tracksuits are old, and the hoodie's way too moody.
In the board room the quiet man takes a. Second to think what to do. He's out of his seat and he's starting to speak. And he hears his own voice. For years and years he's done nothing but bow down and put up with all their demands.
Sukie was a kid, she liked to hang out in the graveyard. She did brass rubbings, she learned you never had to press hard. When she was finished hanging out she was all alone.
Picture a scene in your mind. Looks at all the people and take note of the setting behind. Listen, watch, and wait. A plot begins to take shape. There's a story.
Loose lips might sink ships but loose kisses take trips. To San Francisco, double dutch disco,. Tech TV hottie, do it for Scotty. Do it for the living and do it for the dead.
Honey sweet apples, they're rotting away. Millions of people never start in the race. There's stuff on our plates that has not been alive. Someone pays full price for my cheap flight life.
And the moment will come when composure returns. Put a face on the world, turn your back to the wall. And you walk twenty yards with your head in the air.
Seymour Stein, I've been lonely. Caught a glimpse of someone's face. It were mine and I'd been crying. . Half a world away, ticket for a plane. Record company man.
I'm coming over in the wrong direction. I only want to be the centre of your attention. For long enough to show you I'm worth the trouble that you take.
Like a fresh manifestation of an old phenomenon. A breeze whips through the trees. The rustling leaves and branches bend together. they're cued to sway.
Sebastian you're in a mess. You had a dream, they called you king. Of all the hipsters, is it true?. Or are you still the queen?. . Like getting blood out of a stone.
Sunbeam shone, mousy girl on the end pew. You'd stay home, oh, if only I let you. Le Pastie de la Bourgeoisie. . Municipal pool, you're a junior life saver.
Nice day for a sulk. The girl smells of milk. Her horsey teeth explode around us. And we run for cover she found us. In the cheapo bar with a bag of chips.
Saw a suit in Daddy's wardrobe, I took a swipe. Lapels, size of islands, gangster white line pinstripe. Laughed off the street in the name of my rock'n'roll.
Mornington Crescent. I think of you. Rain in the southeast. Men feeling blue. Men with their bowlers. Kids with their spats. Ladies with chauffeurs. Dogs wearing hats and jackets.
My baby. Came to me lately:. "Honey, please don't take this bad. But maybe. When you laid me. Could we try to spice it up?". I looked her. Across the table.
There's misery in all I hear and see. From the people on TV. After their tea when life begins again. They'll be happier than me. . There are a thousand meals being made on Saturday.