little wisps of song lyrics that drift through my brain and stay there…
hold up, slow up, stop, control
Don’t pull the thang out unless you plan to bang; Don’t even bang unless you plan to hit something
oh I want the way, the way you talk about her, to be the way, the way, the way you talk about me
Goddamn right, it’s a beautiful day, uh huh…
Just get your fingers clicking to the rhythm and the rhyme
You’d better stay away from him; he’ll rip your lungs out, Jim
Come on now, try and understand, The way I feel under your command
The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had
Don’t you understand what I’m trying to say, and can’t you feel the fears that I’m feeling today
I may have been young, but baby, that’s not what I wanted to be.
We can almost hear the echoes from the smoldering meadow; It’s the rapture of the angels and the rage of devil
And if I haver, I know I’m gonna be, I’m gonna be the man that’s havering to you
Like the car crash I can see but I just can’t avoid, like the train I’ve been told I never should board, like the film that’s so bad but I’ve got to stay ’til then end, let me tell you it’s lucky for you that we’re friends
Oh, the towering feeling, just to know, somehow you are near…
When you walk in a dream but you know you’re not dreaming, signore…
the priests and the friars approach me in dread because I still love you my love and you’re dead
now you be careful gotta go, I love you, have a beautiful day, and kiss the happiest girl in the whole USA.
I’d rather die, than give you control
Tearfully, joyfully, burn what is left of me; I don’t want these burdens at hand.
“Then this is a day of independence, for all the munchkins, and their descendants, if any!”
A promise carved in stone, deeper than the sea if you would sever flesh and bone, and offer it to me