• You're all I need - and maybe some faith would do me good.
  • And the stars were just old light
  • Now that, I'm older / my heart, colder / I can see that it's a lie.
  • Leave all your love and your longing behind / You can't carry it with you if you want to survive.
  • Ma famille set me free / Throw my ashes into the sea.
  • I want you to notice when I'm not around.
  • I think you're crazy, maybe, / I will see you in the next life.
  • We hope that you choke, that you choke.
  • And I can't face the evening straight / You can offer me escape / Houses move and houses speak / If you take me there you'll get relief.
  • What if there's always gloves in the sink? And what if I'm not what you think - I am.
  • She don't believe in shooting stars, but she believe in shoes and cars.
  • That catalog replaced, the fine mind behind that face / No human trio can compete / When that three way mirror meets your eye.
  • I know that starting all over is not what life's about / But my thoughts were so loud I couldn't hear my mouth.
  • The third planet is sure they're being watched / By an eye in the sky that can't be stopped / And when you get to the promised land, you're gonna shake that eye's hand.
  • The universe is shaped exactly like the earth if you go straight long enough you'll end up where you were.
  • It's not about geography /Or happenstance / You need to fly / Just take a chance / You need to soar to happiness / Or forever fly and forever dance / Alone.
  • No one laughs at God when the airplane starts to uncontrollably shake / No one's laughing at God when they see the one they love / Hand in hand with someone else and they hope that they're mistaken.
  • Hold on; one more time with feeling.
  • To die by your side is such a heavenly way to die.
  • What was I thinking when I let go of you?
  • But beauty's just another word I'm never certain how to spell. Go tell the nurse to turn the TV back on, and throw away my misery. It never meant that much to me. It never sent a Get Well card.
  • Buy me a shiny new machine that runs on lies and gasoline
  • I don't want a second chance to turn my stuttering reluctance into romance with these documents and kindergarten anthems; with my drunken liturgies.
  • I was staring at the sky, just looking for a star / To pray on, or wish on, or something like that / I was having a sweet fix of a daydream of a boy / Whose reality I knew, was hopeless to be had / But then the dove of hope began its downward slope / And I believed for a moment that my chances / Were approaching to be grabbed / But as it came down near, so did a weary tear / I thought it was a bird, but it was just a paper bag.
jan 21 2011 ∞
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