Search results for 'An Index Card'

the pox
And Nabokov wrote on index cards
At a lectern, in his socks
St. John of the Cross he did his best stuff
Imprisoned in a box
And Johnny Thunders

There She Goes, My Beautiful World

Nick Cave

Abattoir Blues/The Lyre of Orpheus

2004

the pox
And Nabokov wrote on index cards
At a lectern, in his socks
St. John of the Cross he did his best stuff
Imprisoned in a box
And Johnny Thunders

faith is unshakeable. I wrote your name on an index card, so you can come to me in a flash. a blinding and instructive flash. oh, bailey.

leaders can share ideas
Index cards
Design stills
Performance reports
Their family members' business cards
Pens with a logo
To write about the plans that

some
That wasn't the real me, that brings me fear uh
As if I had index cards, cheat my way to winning
Yeah, yeah, ok
Time for round two and they took

Black tooth mojo marked index cards
Bundles over the side of Dillingham Bridge
Splashing as ripples reflect from the stars.

Shadowville, Shadowville

back quasimotto
Take a photo ringing bells running Dolo
Play it back in slow mo
They Outta context too complex
Index cards full of contents Notebooks

on an index card in god's back pocket
Perform so many acts of hedonism, that no velvet painting can do your debauchery justice

If you yearn to reorder

wrote on index cards,
at a lectem, in his socks
St. John of the Cross did his best stuff
imprisoned in a box
And JohnnyThunders was half alive
when he

Index cards on my right
You can lay you can see the mark of the sky
Dripping in blood dripping in gold
Once again deep in my heart
Deep in my mind

you'll end up an index card on the corkboard of their dream
Sure when you're together, things will feel just fine
But you were not together, you were

rescue Nemo
Count to zero eat a gyro
Is it hard index cards
Place a bet it's all right

He was a felt tip washing cloth
Felt tip washing cloth yazoobi boy

on and
I'm ready to go
I've got on a buree with a feather on the side
That's right
Index cards in my hand
And I'm ready to give a speech
Giving a speech

They picked him? Stop staring at
Me and man up
You toss your actors in the trash
Like your index cards at standup
Alright, alright, alright!
Get off

Dad drops me off and he gone
Just another chance for my eyes to gaze upon
In between the shelves and the rows of books
From the index cards, I can steal

Impact doesn't always measure up to the intent
Face it, perhaps either way you haven't made an indent
Only thing I'm playing is cards, index
Reality

In the Flat Field

Bauhaus

Collection of Rarities for Bauhaus' Tenth Anniversary

and lean
In this solemn place of fill wetting dreams
Of black matted lace of pregnant cows
As life maps out onto my brow
The card is lowered in index

and the index, and my pages is 64
Not a typical, miracle, worker got no cards and coins hiding in the snow
Not a typical, criminal, look at me, 5 days then you'll

mixing up the bitters with the ginger tea

Outstretched index fingers to the homeland
Copyright genetics while they rob us for the Coltan
ET kill

(Ugh, you're a monster)

I can swallow a bottle of alcohol and I'll feel like Godzilla
Better hit the deck like the card dealer
My whole squad's

You lift up a storm drain, go under the earth with a deck of cards, play some wiz, smoke a bone like a city rat. Now it's different. I'm lying there. I

Nothing makes me feel any better then I am
I wanna cut off that fucking index finger uncle sam
No more pointin at me like you can see I’m fuckin

Hot Boys and Girls

Master P

MP Da Last Don

1998

the index finger on the trigger, don't move 

Woops, saw you blink your eyes now you goin make the news 

If I catch you in the club and you start

the hand I was dealt no reshuffling these cards
Can't say that I'm the greatest but I'm better than most of y'all
I just put the hours in and it started