I found a new religion yesterday, I'd just cleared immigration JFK a priest got in a cadillac, the shoe shine boy sang gospel as God and his accountants
I went to morrison's grave at pere lachaise cemetery The stony flowers and the matching graffiti were guiding me to the steps inside of me And what will
Bandwagon, it's coming into town To turn your life around And take you to the places that you once Could only dream of They'll be standing right there
They'll always find a place for you in the sidewalk cafes No one ventures into the streets these days Except strangers and those like me, looking for
1) brief encounter A spider wanders aimlessly within the warmth of a shadow Not the regal creature of border caves But the poor, misguided directionless
It's a quarter past midnight and she aint no Cinderella She's swallowed all your best lines and she's staying in the hotel You've got a number from the
Tattoo Shop, Hi, Doc Hey Fish, what are you doin'? If you don't mind we're gonna record this Is that cool? Oh, that's cooler 'n hell Hell yeah, 52's
1) vocal under a bloodlight Last night you said I was cold, untouchable A lonely piece of action from another town I just want to be free, I'm happy
Slow French kissing with the Dauphin's daughter If I fall in love now, I'll be floating in Seine Plastered in Paris, I've had an Eiffel Gonna make my
just another chelsea monday, sweet chelsea monday (spoken:) hello john, did you see the standard about four hours ago? Fished a young chick out of
And it was morning and I found myself mourning For a childhood that I thought had disappeared I looked out the window And I saw a magpie in the rainbow
party? (Are you going) Are you going to the Boston Tea Party? (Are you going to the tea party) Bringing back the buffalo to the long prairie Bringing back the fishes
I watch the TV every night I stay awake by satellite I hope and pray the nightmares Stay away today An oily shroud on a coral reef A black cloud's hanging
Dear friend, it's been a long, long while I've been meaning to write you But it was never my style But what is these days now I'm a family man You blow
To be the prince of possession, in the gallery of contempt Suffering your indiscrete discretions, and you ask me to relent As you accumulate flirtations
What would you do if it all broke up What would you do if the doors were shut And the pearls are being eaten by the swine What would you do when the worms
On the rebound, fumbling all the lines The light at the end of the bottle - alcoholic alphabet Through the looking glass the proof in my own reflection
Welcome on board to those of you in transit en route from the horror For most of you it's morning but we're really in the middle of the night, Chasing