Lyrics:
more or a movie, Channel z or 3?
Stolen stupid as such why is it television be now ruled by a crutch, hairless and fearless
Devoid of all shape like
I am seduced by your rush of devotion
The darkness is upon me
Bloodstain my name
My darkness is a farewell to devotion
My darkness, still you
State of pain like mercury
Hearing pink illusions
Gorgeous at eighty five
Older at twenty three
I drink the water out of time
I said has
Replaying conversations in my head by my ex-wife
From the house work that I did, to the kids, even our sex life
She said I was crazy so I threatened to prove
All alone in pink
All the carpets fade to grey
Amplifiers burst out the deal that I have made
What's there to say
I cannot say by myself?
Into the summer heat
Like the heat my voice is rising
Breaking through the pink horizon
Winking at the sun and flying home
And I don't mind the weather
cast in the shape of a half eaten apple...
Not until...
The sun is on a stick.
The moon hung on a hook.
Desperate times call for step by step
national myths; assorted clichés coined by the state; the ideological shorthand meant to sweep your private doubts [away] of this virtual training course.
Pontoon put-put with the tape on 10
Dixie cup pink wine in the Labor Day sunshine.
I'm sliding the sunfish up through the wakes
Coming up too
loving beautiful broken hands
Oh, I'll stand with you and marvel
At the cosmos pink and bright
All the pages flipping backwards
Til time is gone
By three a.m. all the morning birds will be crying and that old highway will be sighing and my dreams feel as cold as my bones on the long walk home
The trees are swaying in their pink noise up on the hill
Today's the day to remember always
It's three o'clock and the sun is as warm as warm can be
my whole grill gold
Step out my house, pink gators on my toes
Tryna hit tha club before they all close
Hop in the Lac, Fleetwood eight four
Twenty inch
stalling,
This is life.
Have it tattooed on the inside
Of your pink and sleepy eyelids;
This is life.
This is life.
Absence makes the heart grow
A to Z
And you can judge a book by it's cover
A kingdom for a horse, a condom for a lover
She lives alone
And I know how she feels
She has
She takes the night train
With her Bible of dreams
A suitcase pretty pink
A cassette of fresh screams
Her treasures decompose
Her treasures
with me pink bits.
I'm not made of dosh.
Alright then, fuck off, Southern git.
Southern git?
Tardy Lass Geordie girl,
He gave her pints and fags
(Craig Wiseman/Mark Selby)
Billy's standing out by a west Texas highway
With his thumb in the morning air
He's spent 18 summers in the dust
know that you'll soon go crazy just like a whittling stick
hit by the coming daylight cut up in a quick succession
a pointed confession really
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I'm so low that I wish I was dead
Gave everything away
Now I'm bound only by twine and thread
Just give me time
Don't give me time to miss you
Just give
to the garden
Hope lilacs pop through
Heavy fog, mistook for aura
Casting light not pink or blue
Traded most of my vice for
Botanical muses
Scared but not
Truth hurts and lies kill well, you can try
But you just can't break my will
This moral-fiber–filled cheap, empty suit
Dons "Honor, Duty, Country"
By
Well the sun was setting over craters of the moon
Driving by made me think about you
And all the innocent trouble we got in to
And the love we
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