Added: Sitha Lafon - Date: 13.11.2021 10:01 - Views: 27760 - Clicks: 3309
When can we, yeah can we, work it out? Meditation just makes you more strung out I wish you had a guru to tell you to let it go, let it go. I wanna walk through the park in the dark Men are scared that women will laugh at them I wanna walk through the park in the dark Women are scared that men will kill them I hold my keys Between my fingers. I wanna walk through the park in the dark Men are scared that women will laugh at them I wanna walk through the park in the dark Women are scared that men will kill them.
Your desperation stinks I can smell it on your breath A certain absolut anosmic Got yourself to blame for this. Not really it seems. The nice lady next door talks of green beds and all the nice things that she wants to plant in them. My throat feels like a funnel filled with weet bix and kerosene and oh no, next thing i know they call up triple o. Sometimes I think a single sneeze could be the end of us, my hay-fever is turning up, just swerved into a passing truck.
Big business overtaking, without indicating; he passes on the right, been driving through the night to bring us the best price.
More people die on the road than they do in the ocean, maybe we should mull over culling cars instead of sharks or just lock them up in parks where we can go and view them. Then I see the handrails in the shower, a collection of those canisters for coffee, tea and flour, and a photo of a young man in a van in Vietnam. Gonna count the minutes that the trains run late. Sit on the grass building pyramids out of Coke cans.
Underworked and oversexed I must express my disinterest, the rats are back inside my head what would Freud have said? Who am I to deny myself a pawn for you to use? Friends treat you like a stranger and Strangers treat you like their best friend, oh well Spare a thought for the ones that came before All in a daze bending backwards to reach your goal.
Friends treat you like a stranger and Strangers treat you like their best friend, oh well.
Everybody wants to have their say Forever waiting for some car crash I need a little time out I need a little time out From me And you. You seem to have the weight of the world Upon your bony shoulders well hold on You need a little time out You need a little time out From you And me. Got a momentary bend Gimme dreams up-stream Lower Dantian screaming. You catch the moon so carefully Breath out, breath in This tiger claw gets patient Pull back n release.
I pretend the plaster is the skin on my palms and the cracks are representative of what is going on. I stayed drunk and fell awake and i was cycling on a plane and far away i heard you say you liked me. The stones became the moss and once all inhibitions lost, the hipsters made a mission to the farm. We drove by tractor there, the yellow straw replaced our hair, we laced the dairy river with the cream of sweet vermouth. I fed the ducks some krill then we were sucked against our will into the welcome doors of the casino.
We drank green margaritas, danced with sweet senoritas, and we all went home as winners of a kind. I was driving down sun set strip Phillip Island, not Los Angeles Got me some hot chips and a cool drink, took a sandy seat on the shore. Avant Gardener I sleep in late another day oh what a wonder oh what a waste. I wanna grow tomatoes on the front steps. Sunflowers, bean sprouts, sweet corn and radishes. I get adrenalin straight to the heart, I feel like Uma Thurman post-overdosin' kick start. I take a hit from an asthma puffer. I do it wrong. I was never good at smoking bongs.
Are You Looking After Yourself? You should start some sort of trust fund just incase you fail. My friends play in bands, they are better than everything on radio. Did you see that special on TV the other eve? Are you eating? You sound so thin.
Should get married, have some babies, watch the evening news. Boxing Day Blues I know that I let you down. My house has an open door. You need a lock and a key. I love all of your ideas. You love the idea of me. Canned Tomatoes Whole I know that I let you down.
Heading down the Highway Hume somewhere at the end of June. Taxidermied kangaroos are littered on the shoulders. A possum Jackson Pollock is painted on the tar. We drive to a house in Preston, we see police arresting a man with his hand in a bag. This place seems depressing. Wakes up at a quarter past nine, fare evades his way down the 96 tram line.
Feeling sick at the sight of his computer he dodges his way through the Swanston commuters. Rips off his tie, hands it to a homeless man, sleeping in the corner of a Metro bus stand. He waits for an elevator, 1 to 9, a lady walks in and waits by his side. Her heels are high and her bag is snakeskin. Hair pulled so tight you can see her skeleton. Vickers perfume on her breath, a tortoise-shell necklace between her breasts. Wait until the letter's red until my bills get paid. Aw tell me, tell me, tell me, when's it gonna change?
Every morning I feel more useless than before. Trying hard to see the point in anything at all. Aw I've been trying, I've been trying really hard. Pull yourself together. Pick myself apart. Nothing lasts for never so be still my bleeding heart. Aw I've been dreaming, dreaming of a brand new start. You have a great abundance of axes there to grind. Remember some people have real problems next time you whine. Oh hang the washing, hang the washing on the line. Yeah I've been trying, I've been trying really hard. Aw tell me, tell me, tell me when's it gonna change.
Lance Jr. I masturbated to the songs you wrote. Resuscitated all of my hopes. Much appreciated are your songs. It just helps me get to sleep. I under-estimated your intelligence. A little bit of weed mixed with some sentiment. I wanna go out but I wanna stay home.
Why you so eager to please? I wear my heart on my sleeve. Gets harder in the winter, gotta be a fake or shiver, It takes a great deal out of me. I like you despise you admire you what are we gonna do when everything all falls through? Dirty clothes, I suppose, we all outgrow ourselves.
Porcelain I found you at the store, pretty as porcelain. All different sizes and all shades of green, slashing it down just seems kinda mean. I make mistakes until I get it right. Oh the calamity I wanna go to sleep for an eternity…who am I to deny myself a pawn? An eye for an eye for an eye for an eye, I dreamed I stabbed you with a coat hanger wire. Small Talk do you have any siblings?Up all night wanna chat
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