Now and again you'll remember the sound. Of the sails waving helpless. The cables wrapping one another into knots so strong. You're lost at once if not tossed into the drink and lost beneath.
everything is alright and awful. get yourself another. we'll stay up all night. and toast to friends we never had. stranger angels have swung around this table.
I've decided tonight I'm staying alive just kicking & screaming. Blood boiling & steaming. There are things far too dark to comprehend. Sleep on it one more night my sad old friend.
And now we proudly present. Songs perverse and songs of lament. A couple hymns of confession. And songs that recognize our sick obsessions. Sing along I'm on the ugly organ again.
And now, we proudly present. Songs perverse and songs of lament.. A couple of hymns of confession,. And songs that recognize our sick obsessions.. Sing along- I'm on the ugly organ again..
If you got the looks and if you got the goods. I suppose you could make it anywhere. You want to get made and you want to get laid. My model agent says you gots to get paid.
I'll try to make this perfectly clear,. I'm so transparent I disappear.. These words I lyrically defecate,. Upon songs I boldly claim to create.. Clint steps in to establish the beat,.
In the desert, where the cities are made of gold,. There's a girl playing hopscotch with pink ribbon pigtails.. And hermom calls out from an apartment balcony,.
Swimming at night. We've dug this hole. The water's fine. I wonder how far down it goes. Down it goes.... Down it goes.... . The stars above have lost their shine.
Since I wrote this am I the culprit. These useless wisdoms I dispense. At your expense. Picture postcards. A three minute essay. Some scribbled words to four line verse.
Dear preacher, thanks for making time for me today. Hope you don't mind if I hide behind the curtain. It's been fifteen years since my last confession.
They took the shrine to the temple. But he wasn't there. They checked the mosque and the chapel. No, not there. . Since you've been away on holiday. The natives are all nightmares.
Let's get one thing straight,. we don't have any answers.. We are proposals in a cosmic nursery,. and these massive stars,. they're just little twinkles,.
Strung out on leaving. One leg stretched for the curb. The other one grounds itself against rebirth. So the swallows will stay in the barn. The finches left a long time ago.
Opening the Hymnal:. Welcome one and welcome all. To our small town. The lyrics are the exit and the roses are the same?. Inside this town, you'll find the guilt.
Northern winds came whistling through evergreens. Like trains, one temper broods until a temperature breaks. And blooms, smashing and tearing what we've worked toward.
Loose-lipped secrets. I've seen those birdies chirping. Another promise perched on their fragile branches. Cradle and all.... . We all hide a diary beneath some mattress.
The Sheperd: I can't say I've always been honest;. you can't say I've done a disservice.. The girl, she's just a child.. She's got a lot to learn, and I'm helping out..
A right at the light. It's the long way home. But we've got a long time to kill. Before our guts are gutted. Of bad blood they've spilled. . I left on the light.