{in progress}
the matrix in my brain:
don't wake me I plan on sleeping in; there'll be time enough for rocking when we're old.
and love is not a victory march- its a cold and broken hallelujah. How long did we all think this all would last? How long till someone caves under the pressure? My dreams[?] are haunted by armies of ghosts- faces too blurry to make out, numbers far to high to measure. The freckles in our eyes are mirror images and when we kiss they're perfectly aligned: twin volcanos -bad ideas dancing around in there. Stop getting me off track, I mean it- there's a problem here.
I got no feel, I got no rhythm- I just keep losing my beat; I'm ok, I'm alright, I ain't gonna face no defeat! I just gotta get out of this prison cell,
and I am progressing abominably. And the city that turns, turns protracted and slow. And i find myself toeing the embarcadero. And I find myself knowing the things that I knew. And the signifieds butt heads with the signifiers; And we all fall down slack-jawed to marvel at words, when across the sky sheet the impossible birds, in a steady illiterate movement homewards. (And I go where the trees are.)
My love is like a powder keg, in the corner of an empty warehouse somewhere just outside of town, about to burn down. My love is like a cuban plane, flying from Havana up the the Florida coast to the glades, soviet made. Our love is like the border between Greece and Albania; trucks loaded down with weapons crossing over every night, moon yellow and bright. There is a shortage in the blood supply, but there is no shortage of blood.
I am a rock; I am an island. Don't jump off the train there's still a LONG way to ride. Give in to ancient noise: take a chance, a brand new dance. twist away the gates of steel. I don't know if I could drive a car fast enough to get to where you are; or wild enough not to miss the boat completely- honey, I'm thinking maybe?
I feel the pain of everyone; then I feel nothing.
La, la-la, la-la, sing your life; Don't leave it all unsaid- Somewhere in the wasteland of your head, oh Head, oh, head, oh, head, oh And make no mistake, my friend- your pointless life will end. But before you go, can you look at the truth ? You have a lovely singing voice... so sing your life,
When you punish a person for dreaming his dream, don't expect him to thank or forgive you; the best ever death metal band out of Denton will in time both out-pace and out live you...
oh say can you see -by the dawn's early light- what so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous night, o'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming. And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, gave proof through the night that our flag was still there. But say does that star-spangled banner yet wave over the land of the free, and the home of the brave? So where were the spiders while the fly tried to break our balls? Just a beer light to guide us- So we bitched about his fans and should we crush his sweet hands? Ziggy played for time, jiving us that we was voodoo. The kids was just crass. He was the nazz, With God given ass. He took it all too far, but boy could he play guitar!
She's gotta be strong to fight them, so she's taking lots of vitamins. 'cause she knows that it'd be tragic if those evil robots win.
don't wake me I plan on sleeping in; there'll be time enough for rocking when we're old.
and love is not a victory march- its a cold and broken hallelujah. How long did we all think this all would last? How long till someone caves under the pressure? My dreams[?] are haunted by armies of ghosts- faces too blurry to make out, numbers far to high to measure. The freckles in our eyes are mirror images and when we kiss they're perfectly aligned: twin volcanos -bad ideas dancing around in there. Stop getting me off track, I mean it- there's a problem here.
I got no feel, I got no rhythm- I just keep losing my beat; I'm ok, I'm alright, I ain't gonna face no defeat! I just gotta get out of this prison cell,
and I am progressing abominably. And the city that turns, turns protracted and slow. And i find myself toeing the embarcadero. And I find myself knowing the things that I knew. And the signifieds butt heads with the signifiers; And we all fall down slack-jawed to marvel at words, when across the sky sheet the impossible birds, in a steady illiterate movement homewards. (And I go where the trees are.)
My love is like a powder keg, in the corner of an empty warehouse somewhere just outside of town, about to burn down. My love is like a cuban plane, flying from Havana up the the Florida coast to the glades, soviet made. Our love is like the border between Greece and Albania; trucks loaded down with weapons crossing over every night, moon yellow and bright. There is a shortage in the blood supply, but there is no shortage of blood.
I am a rock; I am an island. Don't jump off the train there's still a LONG way to ride. Give in to ancient noise: take a chance, a brand new dance. twist away the gates of steel. I don't know if I could drive a car fast enough to get to where you are; or wild enough not to miss the boat completely- honey, I'm thinking maybe?
I feel the pain of everyone; then I feel nothing.
La, la-la, la-la, sing your life; Don't leave it all unsaid- Somewhere in the wasteland of your head, oh Head, oh, head, oh, head, oh And make no mistake, my friend- your pointless life will end. But before you go, can you look at the truth ? You have a lovely singing voice... so sing your life,
When you punish a person for dreaming his dream, don't expect him to thank or forgive you; the best ever death metal band out of Denton will in time both out-pace and out live you...
oh say can you see -by the dawn's early light- what so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous night, o'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming. And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, gave proof through the night that our flag was still there. But say does that star-spangled banner yet wave over the land of the free, and the home of the brave? So where were the spiders while the fly tried to break our balls? Just a beer light to guide us- So we bitched about his fans and should we crush his sweet hands? Ziggy played for time, jiving us that we was voodoo. The kids was just crass. He was the nazz, With God given ass. He took it all too far, but boy could he play guitar!
She's gotta be strong to fight them, so she's taking lots of vitamins. 'cause she knows that it'd be tragic if those evil robots win.