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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
The summer is distanced places.. Does summer exist in it's praises?. The summer lives here where this place is.. . C'mon up here, we've got something to show you..
Instructions from the manual. Could not have been more plain. The blues are still required, that's right. The blues are still required again. . Past territorial piss-posts.
You're visually. Stunning, I'm almost shivering. You'd become. Anyone, don't hate who you have to be. . Speed river take me away. Speed river take me away.
Sharks don't attack the Irish. It's mostly Australians. There's nothing accomplished. By these splashing citizens. From the moon down to the surface. Of the Mariana's trench.
Held a bird's egg between her breasts. There's reasons for the road I guess. To document the indigenous. To paint and sketch, paint and sketch. I'm starting to fail to be impressed.
"Win Toronto," yelled the Queen of the Furrows. "This is how we farm, hens cluck and roosters crow. You are my heart, staring down from the bureau. To be apart, is that why you have to go?".
When the drugs hit you. Tingly begins. Conviction plus tone equals hope. Under the threat of separation. . The nadir's fluorescent. The shriek of a gull suspended in air.
Now the apology done. Applause can begin. Now the apologies done. Applause begins. . If it bleeds it leads. If it cries it flies. If it feeds a need. If it dies, it dies.