Shrill as a choir of children. Urgent like the first day of May. False and inflatable feeling. Tugs at my senses, big as the Macy's Parade. One brick on top of another.
I listened to a lecture of nonsense until dawn. By a plagiary poet with dark glasses on. He said, "How did you ever dream up that song. The one where the baby dies?".
We must talk on every telephone. Get eaten off the web. We must rip out all the epilogues. From the books that we have read. And to the face of every criminal.
Well once I gave a look to you but you never gave it back. So here I stand expressionless but my memories intact. I guess the past is good for a laugh.
No news that's good news,. Someone's gonna break.. See things change,. I've been changing everything.. It's peaceful,. The pitch black,. When the last light on goes out..
We must talk on every telephone. Get eaten off the web. We must rip out all the epilogues. From the books that we have read. And to the face of every criminal.
We must talk on every telephone. Get eaten off the web. We must rip out all the epilogues. From the books that we have read. And to the face of every criminal.
The fragile keep secrets. Gathered in pockets. And they will sell them for nothing. A cheap watch or locket. That kind of gold washes off. And the sad act like lepers.
Well I'm changin all my strings. I'm gonna write another travelin' song. About all the billion highways. And the cities at the break of dawn. . Well, I guess the best that I can do now.
Well I'm changin all my strings. I'm gonna write another travelin' song. About all the billion highways. And the cities at the break of dawn. . Well, I guess the best that I can do now.
Lately I've been wishing I had one desire. Something that would make me never want another. Something that would make it so that nothing matters. All would be clear then.
Sitting around, no work today. Try pacing to keep awake. Laying around, no school today. Just drink until the clock. Has circled all the way. . It's late afternoon.
If could change your days. Arranging them in some sweet new sequence. Like any new arrangement is going to make a difference. Because it is the moment that you are living in.
Love is real. It is not just in novels or the movies. It is fact. And it is standing here right in front of you. So if you open your eyes. Oh what a sweet discovery.
You said they laid out lots of coke. But you don't know how much you did. Now you don't want me to go home. Because you're afraid you might get sick. .
There's a voice on the phone. Telling what had happened,. Some kind of confusion. More like a disaster.. . And it wondered how you were left unaffected,.
There is a man holding a megaphone. So he must have been the voice of God. The bystanders claimed they saw angels. Flying up and down the block. Well, they must have been attached to wires.
Your class, your caste, your country, sect, your name or your tribe. There's people always dying, trying to keep them alive. There are bodies decomposing in containers tonight.
Tell me what you wanted to hear. Let me do the right thing. Let me do the wrong thing. And if it's ever this clear. . I will only say it once. So turn the amps way up.
Baby, I know you hate it when I call you that. But it's the only word that half describes. The way you're acting tonight. . And at the restaurant. Where all your ghosts still haunt.