The Cure, Disintegrationoh i miss the kiss of treachery, the shamelesskiss of vanity, the soft and the black and thevelvety, up tight against the side of me. andmouth and eyes and heart all bleed and run inthickening streams of greed as bit by bit itstarts the need to just let go my party piece.
oh i miss the kiss of treachery, the aching kissbefore i feed the stench of a love for a youngermeat, and the sound that it makes when it cutsin deep, the holding up on bended knees, theaddiction of duplicities as bit by bit it startsthe need to just let go my party piece.
but i never said i would stay to the end. so ileave you with babies and hoping for frequency,screaming like this in the hope of the secrecy.screaming me over and over and over. i leaveyou with photographs, pictures of trickery,stains on the carpet and stains on the scenery,songs about happiness murmured in dreams,when we both us knew how the ending wouldbe...
so it's all come back round to breaking apartagain, breaking apart like i'm made up of glassagain, making it up behind my back again,holding my breath for the fear of sleep again,holding it up behind my head again ,cut in deepto the heart of the bone again, round and roundand round and it's coming apart again over andover and overnow that i know that i'm breaking to pieces, i'llpull out my heart and i'll feed it to anyonecrying for sympathy. crocodile cry for the loveof the crowd and the three cheers fromeveryone. dropping through sky through theglass of the roof, through the roof of your mouth,through the mouth of your eye, through the eyeof the needle, it's easier for me to get closer toheaven than ever feel whole again
i never said i would stay to the end i knew iwould leave you with babies and everythingscreaming like this in the hole of sincerityscreaming me over and over and over i leaveyou with photographs pictures of trickerystains on the carpet and stains on the memorysongs abouthappiness murmured in dreams when we bothof us knew how the end always is...
how the end always is...
Bob Dylan, A Hard Rains Gonna FallOh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son ?And where have you been my darling young one ?I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountainsI've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highwaysI've stepped in the middle of seven sad forestsI've been out in front of a dozen dead oceansI've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyardAnd it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hardIt's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
Oh, what did you see, my blue eyed son ?And what did you see, my darling young one ?I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around itI saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on itI saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin'I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin'I saw a white ladder all covered with waterI saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all brokenI saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young childrenAnd it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hardIt's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son ?And what did you hear, my darling young one ?I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin'I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole worldI heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin'I heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin'I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin'Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutterHeard the sound of a clown who cried in the alleyAnd it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hardAnd it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
Oh, who did you meet my blue-eyed son ?Who did you meet, my darling young one ?I met a young child beside a dead ponyI met a white man who walked a black dogI met a young woman whose body was burningI met a young girl, she gave me a rainbowI met one man who was wounded in loveI met another man who was wounded in hatredAnd it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hardAnd it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
And what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son ?And what'll you do now my darling young one ?I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin'I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forestWhere the people are a many and their hands are all emptyWhere the pellets of poison are flooding their watersWhere the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prisonWhere the executioner's face is always well hiddenWhere hunger is ugly, where souls are forgottenWhere black is the color, where none is the numberAnd I'll tell and think it and speak it and breathe itAnd reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see itThen I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin'But I'll know my songs well before I start singin'And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hardIt's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
Paul Simon, Hazy Shade of WinterTime, time, time. See what's become of me while I looked around for my possibilities.
I was so hard to please. Look around, leaves are brown, and the sky is a hazy shade of winter.
Hear the Salvation Army band. Down by the riverside's bound to be a better ride than what you've got planned.
Carry your cup in your hand and look around. Leaves are brown and the sky is a hazy shade of winter.
Hang on to your hopes, my friend. That's an easy thing to say. But if your hopes should pass away, simply pretend that you can build them again. Look around. The grass is high, the fields are ripe, it's the springtime of my life.
Seasons change with the scenery; Weaving time in a tapestry. Won't you stop and remember me at any convenient time? Funny how my memory skips looking over manuscripts of unpublished rhyme.
Drinking my vodka and lime, I look around. Leaves are brown, and the sky is a hazy shade of winter
The Beatles, Shes Leaving HomeWednesday morning at five o'clock as the day beginsSilently closing her bedroom doorLeaving the note that she hoped would say moreShe goes downstairs to the kitchen clutching her handkerchiefQuietly turning the backdoor keyStepping outside she is free
She (We gave her most of our lives)Is leaving (Sacrificed most of our lives)Home (We gave her everything money could buy)She's leaving home after living aloneFor so many years. Bye, bye
Father snores as his wife gets into her dressing gownPicks up the letter that's lying thereStanding alone at the top of the stairsShe breaks down and cries to her husbandDaddy our baby's gone.Why would she treat us so thoughtlesslyHow could she do this to me
She (We never though of ourselves)Is leaving (Never a thought for ourselves)Home (We struggled hard all our lives to get by)She's leaving home after living aloneFor so many years. Bye, byeFriday morning at nine o'clock she is far awayWaiting to keep the appointment she madeMeeting a man from the motor trade
She (What did we do that was wrong)Is having (We didn't know it was wrong)Fun (Fun is the one thing that money can't buy)Something inside that was always deniedFor so many years. Bye, Bye
Roger Waters, Go FishingAs cars go by, I cast my mind's eye over back packs on roof racks, beyond the horizon where dream makers working white plastic processors invite the unwary to reach for the pie in the sky. Go fishing my boy!
We set out in the spring with a trunk full of books about everything - about solar devices and how nice natural childbirth is.
We cut down some trees and we trailed our ideals through the forest glade. We dammed up the stream and the kids cooled their heels in the fishing pool we'd made. We held hands, and we exchanged bands, and we practically lived off the land.
You adopted a fox cub, whose mother was somebody's coat. You fed him by hand and then snuggled him down by the grandfather bed while I wrote. We grew our own maize and I only occasionally went into town to stock up on antibiotics and shells for the shotgun that I kept around. I told the kids stories while you worked your loom and the sun went down sooner each day.
Chapter six in which Eeyore has a birthday and gets two presents Daddy...come on dad Eeyore the old grey donkey stood by the side Of the stream and he looked at himself in the water. "Pathetic," he said, "That's what it is" "Good morning Eeyore" said Pooh "Oh" said Pooh, He thought for a long time
The leaves all fell down. Our crops all turned brown. It was over. As the first snowflakes fell, I realized all was not well in the camp. The kids caught bronchitis. The space heater ran out of diesel. One weekend, a friend from the East, rot his soul, stole your heart. I said, "Fuck it then. Take the kids back to town. Maybe I'll see you around"
And so...leaving all our hopes and dreams to the wind and the rain, taking only our stash, left our litter and trash, and set out on the road again. On the road again. Bye, Bye Daddy, Bye Daddy. You can bring Pearl she's a darn nice girl But don't bring Liza
PM Dawn, Set Adrift On Memory Bliss
Set adrift on memory bliss of you. Baby you send me
The camera pans to a cocktail glass behind a blind of plastic plants. I found the lady with the fat diamond ring then you know I can't remember a damn thing. I think its one of those dj vu things, or a dream that's trying to tell me something. Or will I ever stop thinking about it? I don't know, I doubt it
Subterranean by design. I wonder what I would find if I met you, let my eyes caress you, until I meet the thought of Misses Princess who?
Often wonder what makes her work. I guess I'll leave that question to the experts. Assuming that there are some out there, they're probably alone, solitaire.
I can remember when I caught up with a past-time intimate friend, she said, "Bet you're probably gonna say I look lov