I'm not feeling alright today, I'm not feeling that great, I'm not catching on fire today, Love has started to fade,
I'm not going to smile today, I'm not gonna laugh, You're out living it up today, I've got dues to pay,
When the grave digger puts on the foreceps, The stonemason does all the work, The barber can give you a haircut, The carpenter can take you out to lunch,
Now, I just want to play on my panpipes, I just want to drink me some wine, As soon as you're born, you start dying, So you might as well have a good time,
Sheep go to Heaven, Goats go to Hell, Sheep go to Heaven, Goats go to Hell,
I don't wanna go to Sunset Strip, I don't wanna feel the emptyness, Old marquees with stupid band names, I don't wanna go to Sunset Strip,
I don't wanna go to Sunset Strip, I don't wanna feel the emptyness, Old marquees with stupid band names, I don't wanna go to Sunset Strip,
The grave digger puts on the foreceps, The stonemason does all the work, The barber can give you a haircut, The carpenter can take you out to lunch,
Now, I just want to play on my panpipes, I just want to drink me some wine, As soon as you're born, you start dying, So you might as well have a good time,
Sheep go to Heaven, Goats go to Hell, Sheep go to Heaven, Goats go to Hell,
When she walks She swings her arms, instead of her hips When she talks she moves her mouth, instead of her lips I've waited for her for so long I've waited for her for so long I've wondered if I could hang on I've wondered if I could hang on
"Let me go," she said "Let me go," she said Let me go and I will want you more Let me go, let me go Let me go and I will want you
When she wants She wants the sun instead of the moon When she sees She sees the stars inside of her room I've waited for her for so long I've waited for her for so long I've wondered if I could hang on I've wondered if I could hang on
"Let me go," she said "Let me go," she said Let me go and I will want you more "Let me go," she said Let me go Let me go, and I will want you
"Let me go," she said "Let me go," she said "Let me go," she said Let me go, let me go
we know of an ancient radiation. that haunts dismembered constellations, a faintly glimmering radio station. while frank sinatra sings stormy weather, the flies and spiders get along together, cobwebs fall on an old skipping record.
beyond the suns that guard this roof, beyond your flowers of flaming truths, beyond your latest ad campaigns, an old man sits collecting stamps in a room all filled with chinese lamps. he saves what others throw away. he says that he'll be rich some day.
we know of an ancient radiation that haunts dismembered constellations, a faintly glimmering radio station.
Reluctantly crouched at the starting line, engines pumping and thumping in time. the green light flashes, the flags go up. churning and burning, they yearn for the cup. they deftly maneuver and muscle for rank, fuel burning fast on an empty tank. reckless and wild, they pour through the turns. their prowess is potent and secretly stern. as they speed through the finish, the flags go down. the fans get up and they get out of town. the arena is empty except for one man, still driving and striving as fast as he can. the sun has gone down and the moon has come up, and long ago somebody left with the cup. but he's driving and striving and hugging the turns. and thinking of someone for whom he still burns.
he's going the distance. he's going for speed. she's all alone in her time of need. because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course, he's fighting and biting and riding on his horse, he's going the distance.
no trophy, no flowers, no flashbulbs, no wine, he's haunted by something he cannot define. bowel-shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse, assail him, impale him with monster-truck force. in his mind, he's still driving, still making the grade. she's hoping in time that her memories will fade. cause he's racing and pacing and plotting the course, he's fighting and biting and riding on his horse. the sun has gone down and the moon has come up, and long ago somebody left with the cup. but he's striving and driving and hugging the turns. and thinking of someone for whom he still burns.
cause he's going the distance. he's going for speed. she's all alone in her time of need. because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course, he's fighting and biting and riding on his horse. he's racing and pacing and plotting the course, he's fighting and biting and riding on his horse. he's going the distance. he's going for speed. he's going the distance.
to me, coming from you, friend is a four letter word. end is the only part of the word that i heard. call me morbid or absurd. but to me, coming from you, friend is a four letter word.
to me, coming from you, friend is a four letter word. end is the only part of the word that I heard. call me morbid or absurd. but to me, coming from you, friend is a four letter word.
when I go fishing for the words i am wishing you would say to me, i'm really only praying that the words you'll soon be saying might betray the way you feel about me.
but to me, coming from you, friend is a four letter word.
she's writing, she's writing, she's writing a novel. she's writing, she's weaving, conceiving a plot. it quickens, it thickens. you can't put it down now. it takes you, it shakes you, it makes you lose your thought.
but you're caught in your own glory. you are believing your own stories. writing your own headlines. ignoring your own deadlines. but now you've gotta write them all again.
you think she's an open book, but you don't know which page to turn to, do you? you think she's an open book, but you don't know which page to turn to, do you? do you? do you?
you want her, confront her. just open your window. unbolt it, unlock it, unfasten your latch. you want it, confront it. just open your window. all you really have to do is ask.
but you're caught in your own glory. you are believing your own stories. timing your contractions. inventing small contraptions that roll across your polished hardwood floors.
you think she's an open book, but you don't know which page to turn to, do you? you think she's an open book, but you don't know which page to turn to, do you? do you? do you?
when you tried to kiss me i only bit your tongue. when you tried to get me together i only came undone. when you tried to tell me the one for me was you, i was in your mattress back in 1982.
daria, I won't be soothed. daria, I won't be soothed over like, smoothed over like milk, silk, a bedspread, or a quilt, icing on a cake, or a serene translucent lake. daria, daria, daria, i won't be soothed. i won't be soothed.
when you tried to tell me of all the love you had, i was cleaning oil from beaches seeing only what was bad. when you tried to feed me i only shut my mouth. food got on your apron and you told me to get out.
daria, I won't be soothed. daria, I won't be soothed over like, smoothed over like milk, silk, a bedspread, or a quilt, icing on a cake, or a serene translucent lake. daria, daria, daria, daria, daria, daria, daria, i won't be soothed. i won't be soothed.
the land of race car ya-yas. the land where you can't change lanes. the land where large, fuzzy dice still hang proudly like testicles from rear-view mirrors.
the land of race car ya-yas. the land where you can't change lanes. the land where large, fuzzy dice still hang proudly like testicles from rear-view mirrors.
the land of race car ya-yas. ya-yas.
the land of race car ya-yas. the land of race car ya-yas. race car ya-yas.
At first I was afraid I was petrified I kept thinking I could never live Without you by my side But then I spent so many nights Just thinking how you'd done me wrong I grew strong I learned how to get along And so you're back from outer space I just walked in to find you here Without that look upon your face I should have changed my fucking lock I would have made you leave your key If I'd have known for just one second You'd be back to bother me
Oh now go Walk out the door Just turn around now You're not welcome anymore Weren't you the one Who tried to break me with desire? Did you think I'd crumble? Did you think I'd lay down and die? Oh not I
* I will survive As long as I know how to love I know I'll be alive I've got all my life to live I've got all my love to give I will survive I will survive
It took all the strength I had Just not to fall apart. I'm trying hard to mend The pieces of my broken heart And I spent oh so many nights Just feeling sorry for myself I used to cry. But now I hold my head up high
And you'll see me with somebody new I'm not that stupid little person Still in love with yo And so you thought you'd just drop by, And you expect me to be free But now I'm saving all my lovin' For someone who's lovin' me
Oh now go Walk out the door Just turn around now You're not welcome anymore Weren't you the one Who tried to break me with desire? Did you think I'd crumble? Did you think I'd lay down and die? Oh not I
