This is an invitation for all my thug niggaz. To come join me on a journey. To the everlasting shivelry of life. A place where there's no violence, no pain, no crime, no ghettos.
Looking in the mirror, what do I see but me?. Trying to forget her it was never meant to be. And that's not clever, cause she didn't mean a thing. The morning after what do I see, tell me what do I see.
Listen to me. Just hear me out. If I could have your attention. Just quieten down for a voice in the crowd. I get so confused and I don't understand. I know you feel the same way you've always wanted to say.
Listen to me just hear me out, if I could have your attention. just quieten down for a voice in the crowd.. I get so confused I don't understand. I know you feel the same way you've always wanted to say.
(dick/simmonds/usher/boult). . If you really knew how I felt,. You wouldn't need to be here asking. Those questions,. Those irritating questions, moving in metaphors,.
Track down a satellite, beam in the action, life lies bleeding. live in your living room, our senses on remote control overkill and overload.. >From Lockerbie to Lebanon's getting closer every day.
Where beggars take cheques and children steal credit cards. from the pockets of wrecks in the middle of the road.. I came to in my future and that was just yesterday,.
I don't trust the government. I don't trust alternatives. It's not that I'm paranoid. It's just that's the way it is. . Everyday I hear a little scream inside.
Hunched fetal in the corner of my soul. My fingernails are bleeding. From climbing up the wall. . This time you really hurt me right down to the core.
--- "Poet's Moon" from the fish single "Credo" ---. You sit there biding your time of your head and into your mind. Penning thoughts that are dreams in action.
There's something I want to ask you before it's too late. It's been on my mind since the first time we met. It scares me now more now there's more at stake.
I saw a blue umbrella in Princes Street Gardens. Heading out west for the Lothian Road. An Evening News stuffed deep in his pocket. Wrapped up in his problems to keep away the cold.
I watch the TV every night. I stay awake by satellite. I hope and pray the nightmares. Stay away today. . An oily shroud on a coral reef. A black cloud's hanging over me.
I've got a reputation of being a man with a gift of words. a romantic poetic type or so they say. but I find it hard to express the way I feel about you.
I found a new religion yesterday, I'd just cleared immigration JFK. a priest got in a cadillac, the shoe shine boy sang gospel. as God and his accountants drove away..
Do you still keep paper flowers in the bottom drawer with your Belgian lace. taking them out every year to watch the colors fade away?. Do you still believe in fairy tales, in battlements of shining castles.