Oberheim, Yamaha, Steinway and the lot. I must of played the wrong piano. 'Cause it left me with I don't know what. . So don't talk to me about mistakes.
When the bottom fell out. There wasn't any doubt. I just suddenly found myself free falling. And from such a height. The wind it had a might. And it took all my might to fight the fright.
West of Rome. Just east of the border in a staticy Ramada Inn. Polishing his boots and pummelin' his liver. Steeped in his dark isolation. . Just what business does, he have around here.
We hovered with short wings. Over the hillock crest. A breath-like [Incomprehensible]. Glowing, showing bones. . Glowing, showing bones. . With much bellowing and rowing.
Like a puppy on a trampoline. What do you mean?. Like a puppy on a trampoline. What do you mean?. Like a puppy on a trampoline. What do you mean?. Bewildered.
Like at the wren's nest. Like at rock eagle. Ironies swirl and hearts are twisted taut. Around their pivot points. . The stag scrapes his felt on a scrubby dogwood tree.
Oberheim, yamaha. Steinway and the lot. I must of played the wrong piano. Cause it left me with. I don't know what. So don't talk to me about mistakes.
When I ran off and left her. She wasn't holding a baby. She was holding a bottle. And a big grudge against me. . I tried to learn from the psychiatrist.