Sights're blowing Out like endless frames from some technicolour'd dream they skip away they tript back into me... no regrets my crying eyes are Opened wide now satisfied these frames possessing and caressing me they blow right into me tript into me ...
Small song birds, thieves, of all her notes, red roses steal her blushing light the stars in waiting through the day to steal her gleam to light the night. the universe's back ground boom silent now in wait for hymns in all that space there is no room to hold her voice, when the song begins.
But i am so shallow i have no depth a thin veneer, 'tis all façade in confessing this i am bereft, and sinking into thoughts so far sad thinking, what is left. ...is left. when the song begins, a love's request? could i but...
I do so like to sit and dream perhaps a pen within my reach, i have no harm i make no scheme just words within, from town to beach, from high mountain to desert sand within reach of my writing hand.
From toe to head a woman's form the hips the waist those long strong arms, woman from woman is so born bestowed on each a woman's charm, from cleft'd peach to mother's breast is where i long long yearn to rest.
It was 1973, the city of gold built by gods. I lick my lips and taste the sea air. Screaming, screaming to the echos, screaming back inside the well. People wearing people as timepieces, as time ceases. Locked up in Fort Knox and counted precious, every grain, a wish gone to sail. We're all holding on, just to let go.
Shuffled off, a horde to the hoard, shoot them down, their aching heels. Turn them into circuits, dust of a thousand stars. Stuff them under square stones, in doorways, gateways to places only the dead can know. Save them for later, should the infinite run low.
Behind the eyes of Modeus. A secret lust arise. A passion that is made for us. Until all things dies.
Working hard for nothing is all you do all day. Wishing for just something, a reason to get away. Distance yourself from everyone so you can be yourself. Hiding behind carnal hunger for your mental health.
Follow me today. It feels like nobody sees you here. Take my hand, there’s nothing to fear. I will take you.
Behind the eyes of Modeus. A heart that only fills with lust. Save your soul or turn to dust. ...
I woke up today Got nothin' to say Nothin' on my mind I'm losin' time Feelin' like looney tunes A dream come true Stringin' words into the blue I'm killin' time With killer rhymes Makin' it slick A few good licks Now we're almost done This was fun
I don't wanna waste it Don't wanna waste it Don't wanna ruin a good punk song Don't wanna drag it along I don't wanna waste it Don't wanna waste it Don't wanna write some dumb shit But hey, this is it
If I could see the ancient words that demon sung If I could feel the peeling of the bell which that day was rung Perhaps a life of peace I may that day have sought But only pain did I find that such music wrought.
I heard it once, these notes which floated from the sky, And never again did beauty come to my wandering eye. At the altar, I sought the bringer of that tone, Finding ash and bone. It was as though a final word, an accursed decree That to this day haunts the heart of me. In my soul, I search to recall something like a line ...