Extremities confusing me Affect me night and day Fascinated, devastated Critical decade Vanishing greenery, changing scenery Yet somehow I accept Extremities
By day we're dormant Because it's too hot outside now Nocturnal notions As we leave or cocoons Antennae tuned to inhuman vibrations Shaping the cities
I looked across the North Sea And the sea looked so dead I wondered what this place would look like In the next twenty years But where I'm living All
Nine tenths of the law than sic is possession Life expressed in matter is a blasphemy Success defined by acquisition stinks So busy trying to make a living
You are inspiration to me You are my inspiration of how not be You are my inspiration to achieve a better way of life The crowd was one, oblivion ran
Time means nothing Time means nothing to me anymore Time means nothing Time means nothing to me anymore Twenty years ago Twenty years ago and yesterday
Solitude Solitude We come into this world alone And to this place we return again Far away in a quiet place Try to think of an open space I watch my
Scrape my nails across a brick Scrape my nails across a brick I'll describe my mornings in the early hours And my pulses are racing, my heart beats out
Playing on the sand Endless playing Winter sun Shadows dance Cold winds Nowhere land Frozen heart Please my hands Blue moon Overhead Wrapped round .......
The Lorda??s my Shepherd, Ia??ll not want. He makes me down to lie In pastures green; He leadeth me The quiet waters by. He leadeth me, He leadeth me,
This is my opinion These are my demands It is my new face It's where I stand This is not a lecture To increase your wealth And it's not a permit To only
Jerry Brudos was a young boy that's when his strange behaviour grew Jerry Brudos had a fascination with women's undergarments and shoes Jerry Brudos
Why do you keep me way underground? My sight is dying as was the sound Why do you paint me and cover me with jewels? Where are we going? What are we going
Way down in Louisiana close to New Orleans, I was raised among the evergreens. In a titty-bar made of earth and wood, It was my grandma's, it was good
Ernie: (coming in from the left) Hey Bert! Bert, the place looks great! You've been cleaning house, haven't you? Bert: Yeah, I have. It - it looks okay
Sisters and brothers! Brothers and sisters! Ain't we, everyone? Brothers and sisters! Sisters and brothers! Every father's daughter, every mother
We hit the floor just like her blue silk slip Dark puritan rose to the curve of her hip I did not know, it was too much, too much for me to handle To
Writer: Doug Supernaw I should take it like a man And go and shake his hand But what I saw today On the wedding page Was more than I could stand All