: Tell me what's gone wrong. I tilt my head there, under the faucet, but when I turn it on -- dry as paper. Call the neighbors. Who's to blame for
: The man in 119 takes his tea all alone. Mornings we all rise to wireless Verdi cries. I'm hearing opera through the door. The souls of men and women
: The color of the sky as far as I can see is coal grey. Lift my head from the pillow and then fall again. With a shiver in my bones just thinking
: That summer fields grew high with foxglove stalks and ivy. Wild apple blossoms everywhere. Emerald green like none I have seen apart from dreams
: If lust and hate is the candy, if blood and love tastes so sweet, then we give 'em what they want. Hey, hey, give 'em what they want. So their
: Trouble me, disturb me with all your cares and you worries. Trouble me on the days when you feel spent. Why let your shoulders bend underneath this
: Frail hinges pivot on a cases door commemorative souvenirs from places containers change with each occasion Cellophane encased displaying paper
: Eager to please was just the way that he was though his attempts there falling short, expectation see he would tell of all his conquests, was he
: This was once a city harmony a common theme but these complications now make life a bit uneasy hallowed buildings scrape the sky voices ride the
: In the coolness of the morning sparing moments here in magical tide I would meet you without question to share a starry gaze a look through the sky
: O, Baby blankets and baby shoes, baby slippers, baby spoons, walls of baby blue. Dream child in my head is a nightmare born in a borrowed bed. Now
: How did they teach you to be just a happy puppet dancing on a string? How did you learn everything that comes along with slavish funnery? Tell me
: Shards of glass cut through my gaze broken streamers hanging at my legs drunk and giddy full of fate at the cabaret smokey stares from the bar do
: When the day ends and church bells are ringing when the valley is shroudedin snow, when you?re feeling that hope somewhere vanished and there?s
: There like a feather you fell someone?s heaven above me floating so fickle tempting me teasing my ways thrown from its clutches I struggle to free
: Hey Jack Kerouac, I think of your mother and the tears she cried, she cried for none other than her little boy lost in our little world that hated
: Detroit, L.A.,Boston, San Francisco, first time over the ocean on a plane a billion stars below me lay, circle slowly JFK, so much there to see inside
: I saw time turn so much there to unlearn, you were envy you wouldn?t say you tore heart strings that sorry day dark light hid the tears one for each