Wish your mornings will be brighter Break the line, tear up rules Make the most of a million times no Wish your mornings will be brighter Break the line
1. David Jay She blamed him for stoking up controversy In a dreamworld It's a long way down from Heaven's gate In the absence of a jury The case
Ancient earth work fort and barrow Discreetly hide their secret abodes The most fearful hide deep inside And venture not there upon Yuletide For invasion
In the night, in the chair He sits there, he sits tight No more cans, no more crime See the place, see the time You never know He walks light, don't
And he spoke of pastures green I was never told why Each journey lasts an age And my throat feels dry It must be the lesson Hidden deep inside It must
Overshadowed by her sister Pretty girl would scream King Volcano gave me numbers King Volcano is clean King Volcano gave me numbers King Volcano is clean
Move his way, nice and slow Paint it all black, let the humorous glow He feels like sacher-masoch and the fire below Is licking at his lips Cracks the
Well hello, pretty woman You're looking good With a yellow dot skirt And you're swaying, hah You look as though you've ate your one last meal You're conceit
The man of shadows thinks in clay Dreamed trapped thoughts of suffocation days He's seen in iron environments With plastic sweat out of chiseled slits
We put the clocks forward We put the clocks back The mirror is never fooled It remains slow moving liquid cool As we speed headlong into the berzah Jinn
Nerve ends tick in flicker book animation One eye's closed in fear, anticipation Will it stay shut? Will it ever open? What if, what if? Nerves Tell
(feldman/goldstein/gottehrer) Get up in the morning take the covers from my bed There's sunlight in my eyes playing tricks with my head I work like a
Ooh, gonna be like a dog Lay flat on my back Pull my feet off the ground Ooh, let my head hit the sack I'm muscle in plastic Nyjinsky's bad move Just
Honeymoon croon tonight Sew my socks tonight Say whose on the tiles tonight Lurking lipstick tickle fickle Marylin's on Send her by air mail, paravion
Sprawled face down on this swiss stained iron bed In a dismal cheap hotel With my one arm injured And the sweat stained billowous murk From my last cold
In the marbled reception hall I received a three band gold ring from Mark, a token of esteem Running through ghost closet locker rooms To hide from Peter
(john cale) Virgin mary was tired So tired Tired of listening to gossip Gossip and complaints They came from next door And a bewildered stream of chatter