I was on a train somewhere in Spain. Sometime in the night. I drew up my knees in second class. And watched in the blue light. . Strangers beside me, strangers across from me.
my baby. I know I make him feel so good. he's prostrate on the highest cloud. I love to be with him. with him I love to be. of him I wish to muse aloud.
Winter time and the frozen river. Sunday afternoon. They're playing hockey on the river. Rosy. He'll have that scar on his chin forever someday his girlfriend will say hey.
Someone's mother falls to the sidewalk. On the next street someone looks up. In the cathedral a burst of laughter. In another city the pigeons fly up and scatter.
Blowing kisses off his face. Like flies, like little flies. Blowing like a grouper fish. Floating through the reefs. . His card says executive. But it mumbles just a salesman.
Everything reminds me of my dog. The guy in the store reminds me of my dog. Telephones remind me of my dog yoohoo. Taxicabs remind me too. . If you remind me of my dog.
I like to take a dancing class each year. It helps myself to keep in touch with me. And the girls I meet are different than the ones I meet at work. And there's always at least one sensitive guy.
Santa Maria, Santa Teresa, Santa Anna, Santa Susannah. Santa Cecilia, Santa Copelia, Santa Domenica, Mary Angelica. Frater Achad, Frater Pietro, Julianus, Petronilla.
Holding your amber to the light, I see centuries of you. And you find me kind, you find me tall, you find me crazy like you. And while I fight my own words, you're off saving those broken birds.
I'm bound by the fire. I'm bound by the beauty. I'm bound by desire. I'm bound by the duty. . I'm coming back in 500 years. And the first thing I'm gonna do.
I'm going to take a rope and put it over her shoulders. And head for the river and practice on boulders. And when she's real good I'm going to build a big ramp.
Are you burning, little candle?. High upon the Christmas tree. Symbol of a new beginning. Faith and hope and sweet release. . Remind us of the children's faces.
Are you burning, little candle?. High upon the Christmas tree. Symbol of a new beginning. Faith and hope and sweet release. . Remind us. Of the children's faces.
The hounds are running in the alley-way below. Underlining all her sins. Across the alley, there is a rented room. There is a girl, I watch, I watch her.
I went out with Wolf tonight. I had so many worries on my mind. I was feeling lost, feeling confused, feeling afraid. I wanted to hide. . But when I got home after work.
I think it is the hardest. when I see you look at her. in a way I thought was only. meant for me --- inspired by me. and my heart is black and heavy. it is slags of Merthyr Tydfil.
It is very quiet here, so still. I don't live here, I live down the hill on this winter's afternoon. The distant sun, it slowly swings the room around.
Stand here on the bridge with me. And look down below. See how high the river is. From all the melting snow. . I think the river is laughing. Like a thousand old ladies.
Look at me, babe, look at me. Am I special or not?. I love you, do you love me?. Am I special or not?. . I'm combing your words for compliments. Am I special or not?.
I wouldn't call it dark, one spade, three spades. I wouldn't call it light either, four spades pass, oh. Oh, there go all my coins. There's someone at the door, what was that?.