The terror of the view, the emptiness of this room, always writing against this truth in the way that a painter must have a surface to hit. The paint
Mom and dad can't remember if I told you how glad I am I finally got to know you. Years from when we met, after I left home. Let me sing you sweet and
when you become a stranger again how closed your eyes will be narrowing me to three short feet across a room of drunken revelry youre having the time
Blooming black flower wine. Slashed arms and new cut smiles. Taller for the falling down. Stronger now without you around. The prophecies were realized
maybe some day we'll meet again when our two roads hit the same dead end and o-oh i'm counting the days 'cause you've got something that i've never since
Oh hair of dread, the time is here. Thirty-three, the sheep draw near with eyes so keen they cannot hear all the lies that buy their ears. Oh, horsepants
the curtain's a sea anemone in the way it sways to the slow breeze I lie spread out on the floor looking at these things and most of them are yours and
The road tonight is cold with ice and no cars pass by. Thank god for no phone call. Just snow and a fire. December endings and since you sent me things
tasting you in rain I walk down to the train try not to look down this day could some day be an anniversary
a hound's tooth coat pockets are bulging with nebutal bought from some doctor who also was bought to keep those pockets full the face was lost but partly
When the worlds/words???? Harder work???? All the things we were fighting for just for you ??? I want to shake you and make you believe Sooner or later
Brazil When hearts were entertained in June We stood beneath an amber moon And softly whispered 'some day soon' We kissed and clung together Then Tomorrow
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Outside the corner a different world Conversation overheard, oh Between a man and a saxophone Saxophone and mister drunk and stoned, oh He only knows
This is real, this is glam Dance till the morning sun Dance till the morning sun Dance till the morning sun Dance, dance, dance, dance Keep, keep walking
Die Gedanken Sind Frei I make great big futzies My tuchis emits blasts Of gas from the ass It smells of the past But it cannot last Dissipates fast Die
Donne, l?impression d?un petit bon homme Si tes raisons sont bonnes, come on Prends ton temps et le mien, car j?y tiens Prends, la vitesse d?un vrai hurragan
Don't stop, don't stop, no Just keep on goin' Until I come, until I come in Don't stop, don't stop, no Just keep on goin' Until I come, until I come in