Marlon Brando eats alone tonight, I may be right. But then, I don't know much about him. There's a part of you my system lacks. But through the cracks, it only shows in bits and pieces.
When I die, call this number. Unencumber yourself from the details. The whole thing's bought and paid for. The box, the viewin' and one more ride. . Bought a plot by some azaleas.
the second coming of chris. (alexander, feltenberger, welsh). . he'll be coming up 287. he'll be driving a rented car. he'll be carrying a key to heaven.
My, how you have changed. You, silly little man. Now everybody loves you. For reasons they don't understand. . It was all in the name of getting you. The things you knew that you had coming.
When the rain is sports arena loud. In the evening of a self-inflicted day. And you're contemplating sides that might collide. The hemlock society and life insurance salesmen.
Dreamed a misfit came a calling days at a time. A malcontent from the look alike ball and she was mine. She said, take all preconceptions, tie 'em if you have to with a bow.
Somewhere the wind is whispering into somebody's ear. Somewhere someone is hearing just what they want to hear. Somewhere somebody's savior has finally appeared.
Once was a man who didn't do too well. He spent more than a little time down in his little hell. He had time to decide. Even if it was worth the ride.
The big man ain't so big no more. He's curled up on the basement floor. His worldly goods around his feet. He's lost his mind trying to keep. The more you gain, the more you pray.
There was a man who sang the blues. No one could deny he spoke the truth. He shouted through the microphone. But no one could care less. . He lived his life anonymously.
Well, I ain't no man, no, I ain't no man. I can run and I can hide, fool the best of them. I can tell you a story, you'd believe again. But you'd see right through me 'cause I ain't no man.
(alexander). . martha's wearing blue jeans. and she's praying for the poor. two midgets shop for halloween. at a salvation army store. and a widow with a quarter.
(Naydock, Palladino). . With flu. I dream of you. In light as blue as neon when it's blue. Past visions of rolling hills. In movie stills. A panoramic stew.
Life as we know it has come to an end. A suburban catastrophe. It's time to start mourning, the death of a friend. Who's standing in front of me. . And I can't stop the hatred that wells up inside.