on a distant highway In a vanishing race Sleep, if your eyes must close Weep, over a poisoned rose Soon all the tears will blow away Dust on a distant
crumbles blue roses to dust But now I know to feel the Touch From Your Lust You?re so much sweeter Than the rest No one lies between Between pain and death Sinner and
on, I know who to trust I'm watchin' the roads, I'm studying the dust I'm paintin' the town, making my last go-round Well, I'm scufflin' and I'm shufflin' and
and rust And the love you've given's turned ashes and dust When the hope you've gathered's drifted to the wind It's you and I now, friend (you and I now
been up on sugar mountain, cross the sweet blue seas I walked the valley of love and tears and mystery I got run out'a luck and give myself up for dead And
down on the dark side of Route 88 I got a bottle of rose so let's try it We'll pick up Hazy Davy and Killer Joe and I'll take you all out to where the
I'm goin' and when I do it's a wrap So step when I bust Get left in my dust I'm in it to the finish investin' my bucks The best and I just don't stop...
: (Bowie) Don?t talk of dust and roses Or should we powder our noses? Don?t live for last year?s capers Give me steel, give me steel, give me pulsars
her in their fairytales, sprinkling Deadly Nightshade And as they tormented her she rose to the bait Even a scapegoat must have someone to hate And everyday
of the sun flowers crumble into dust The seed shall scatter and die Light in her eyes pours black on their lives We gather round a funeral pyre And here
Well, what fruit it bears What good is love Mmmm that no one shares And if my life is like the dust Oooh that hides the glow of a rose What good am I
: [bonus track] The pipes are calling and roses start falling From town to town and down the mountain side Follow the sight and find the place where
you dying in my ear? Black rose of death In my fast like lunch Thorns shred my finger tips And drips toxic blood I'm rotting inside My flesh turns to dust
it, you're just too afraid to say it So break it into pieces and add it to your mosaic And nail it to your heart little artist, and protect it And murder
trust Make it real, make it dangerous Make it out of the rust and make it passionate and impossible to touch It's forever, slowly resurrected from the dust
like us You don't go to Pop and get ya flour cheaper than us Knock it off in three hours and repeat it like us And repeat it we must, y'all don't re-
: ( Nine Million Bicycles EP / Hoagy Carmichael & Mitchell Parish, 1927) And now the purple dust of twilight time Steals across the meadows of my heart
good Blood [?] rose petals go into my room Storm in and slowly, around I go thinking of you And how sweet life will be when you are finally mine I'll wake and
