: Control yourself, Take only what you need from it A family of trees wanted...to be haunted,
Mild apprehension Blank dreams of the coming fun Distort the odds of a turnaround Gut screams out next to none So turn it on, tune it in And stay inert
You were a child, crawlin' on your knees toward it. Makin' mama so proud, but your voice was too loud. We like to watch you laughing. You pick the insects
Dead in the water It's not a paid vacation The sons and daughters of city officials Attend demonstrations It's hardly a sink or swim When all is well
So tired, soul searching I followed the sounds to a cathedral Imagine my surprise to find that They were produce by Brian Eno Past the gates, quite stark
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Here, you focus So I can see your faces The eyes are wrong How will I know if it's working right? Light confuses The tiny isles of bruises The mangled
He spends his time or maybe half of his time Or part of the time wandering 'Round the creeks and cobble stones Of hackney lanes With a tear in his eye
Hey, I found a whistle that hangs like a charm And when my noose is tied I could blow it and fall down into your arms Fifteen centuries of dissolution
Someone's telling the toll to me I'm cut and I'm weeping like a rubber tree But I don't care who's left behind Lost revelations that I'll never find
Sleep as the goer The bridge that watches the light-speed through And cries while the spirit stumbles The inside missile for the protection of you Maybe
All along the western front People line up to receive. She got the power in her hand To shock you like you won't believe. Saw her in the amazon With the
I'm feeling rough, I'm feeling raw, I'm in the prime of my life. Let's make some music, make some money, find some models for wives. I'll move to Paris
Evil is I, Yes to find a shore, A beast that doesn't quiver anymore, And we can crush some plants to paint my walls, And I won't try to fight in the
I feel your racing heart. My liquid, silver arms extended. These waves aren't far apart. Black gold in clawfoot tarps, unchanging. I am fire; where's
And there were future reflections On the face and the hands On a green colored island On a primitive man It was the future reflected It felt familiar
When the world has turned Paralyzed and wrong Cold-blooded claws never offer Anything at all Past the point of love Shattered and untied Waiting to pick
This is a call of arms to live and love and sleep together. We could flood the streets with love or light or heat whatever. Lock the parents out, cut
