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 VELOURIA I won't wait.. for you.to wait for me. My Earth my Sun, my stormy Sea. My only reason, for me to be. here with you, there with me. * -Velouria, jump into the fire. jump into the sea, my only reason. * I am. Over here, Over there. I am, over here. Over. There. * -Velouria, jump into the fire, jump into the sea, my unlit candle in the window of my favourite place to be. |
BROKEN CROWN While you were gone, I looked for my light. But, I couldn't find it, I hope it's alright. Blessed with forgetfulness, I forgot your name. While you were gone, I died everyday. * -She could take me down, or take me to the other side. She wears a broken crown, just like dignity. I wrote down my fears, and sent them away. To someone in the phonebook. That I've never met, I'm ridin' my halo around the city at night. You could call, whatever's alright. - An I got a broken, mind in my shoe. I carry it around, to remind me of you. I forget the reasons to all of my words. Without the meanings, they just seem absurd. - * |
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BIG MACHINE Big Machine, Rollin' down the highway. Down to the serene, stone cold bypass. Under me, (and over me) is a highway. Over me, (and under me) is a street. -Big Machine...BIG. 3x 40 mile and ah,fourty days. To see my baby, where my baby lay. I went a..40 nights and 40 ways. To see my baby down by Las Vegas. -Big Machine. --Can I get a Mazeltov Cocktail...Can I get one please.Set myself right on fire, in my big machine. Well I went on down, to the racecar show. I was dressed up like a Elvis in a Disco. She was painted up like a cheap whore, Lip stick, she had a stick shift...she was a lemon yellow. -She was a Big Machine..BIG. Big Machine... |
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STATIC I was walking through the City, the dirty city in the daytime. I was thinking of my laundry, I was thinking of a television show. I was an alien, a twenty first century android.. I was floating out there. Out beyond tommorow, I was floating out there out in the misty spaceland. -I'm gettin' nothing but static, the world around me,was slowly movin' I examined my wristwatch, no hands were moving. Suddenly I realized, this must be a movie. I'm gettin' nothin but-STATIC...3x There are minds in the magnets. A brigade of tiny insects, all brothers and sister from a long time ago. And the general concensus, says that we are all feeling.. a little bit like insects, a little bit like sheep. I'm getting nothin/ but STATIC. I was tunin' it in on the radio, I was tunin' something in, where did it go? Tunin in on a.m.erican radio... nothin but.STATIC. |
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