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.