: Here's a little something for all you lovers - snuggle deep down inside your covers - make yourselves at home & I'll sing you a song about Love. It
: He used to wear fedoras Now he sports a fez There's cabalistic innuendoes In everything he says. Sucking at a cigarette Picking up a thread Underneath
: Charlie 'n Charlie are twins. You can never tell where Charlie ends & Charlie begins - The search is on; Charlie looks for Charlie in vain, no game
: Several conversations You need one to idolise Hold on confrontation Danger calls out of starry skies Blue-eyed, blue-eyed William Hammers your holy
You can shed weight and still drink beer Oh how? Oh won't you tell us? It's better with a friend but you can do it alone Just slapp a happy platter
: Dawn, he's in a postcard of the dawn, Where the knives of light have left the dark night tattered & torn. The firmamental cars on the highway of the
: Messages from where paradise ends Calling from paradise A life on ice A piece of glass In his freezing cold hands Pressed to the window Send him a
: Me & Paravati in Paris, France surrounded by musicians, dressing to dance On the tomb of acquisitions where bloomed our positions Scattered like scars
: I loved a girl named Karen She was from the Phillippines She had the nicest face & body I had ever seen We made love on water on land & in the air
: There he goes, my hero in wonderful clothes - passing me by, giving me the eye - he's my guy & he really keeps a secret. From the start his message
: Lying back to paint upon the ceiling ... No, he never uses black - just the colours of his feelings. He delineates saints on sepia ground, His temper
: Get in line, keep in time with the Drum & don't forget you're nothing yet but water. Are you coming to or coming from the understanding that I'm handing
: Casquette de moire, Quequette d'ivoire, Toilette tra?s noire, Paul guette l'armoire, Projette languette sur poire, S'appra?te baguette et foire. His
: He's only half-way there, he's only half-way there. Told me my fortune was enough for me - that I would rather be lying lonely in the houses than stand
: Now that the slow moon's rose on a silver trellis grows, Where artic rivers froze, now that the ocean is frozen in motion, Snow morning comes. And
If I had a dollar I'd buy a house where we could live Caring for each other Just a place to call our home And if we just knew wrong from right We would
Freezer burn watch you thaw Suck it in, big guffaw Freezer burn, shut your mouth I know what your braying about Freezer burn All my life, once bit twice
Crackpot baby at a quarter to three Remind me, advise me to, Remind me to, ignore you Crackpot baby, with the resume on Crackpot baby, quarter to three
