And when you purse those sugar lips, you shoot me right down. If there’s a right time for my fix, it’s right about now. I try and I try but I can’t get you out of my hemisphere. I try and I try but I can’t get you out of my hemisphere. I’m stuck inside of a wreck with a rapidly rising tide. I’m stuck inside of a wreck made of paper and superglue. Paper and superglue, paper and superglue, paper and superglue. But when you pull that funny face, you melt me right down. Cos I forgot to place my ace, on top of their crown. I try and I try but I can’t get you out of my hemisphere.
You know that I could hang round here for days, hoping that you might just say ‘Oh god I love the way you loiter, let’s get busy’. But it’s not going to happen so I’ll just get my coat and go. Oh god I hate to seem so tragically dizzy. But you’re so pretty, yeah you’ve got me magnetized. You’re so pretty, I can’t find my way outside. And I could drink your tea for hours, just watching the milk go sour. Hoping that you might just spike my drink today. But you’re not that kind of girl, and I’m living in a different world, and now I think it’s down to me to tell you straight that you’re so pretty, yeah you get me everytime. You’re so pretty, I can’t find my way outside. Ok, goodbye goodbye. Hello hello. Goodbye, goodbye. You’ve got me so magnetized.
As Far As The Eye Can See
Got craters in the hallway. Got fissures in the floor. Got half the world inside here but I ain’t got no door. Got paintings in my pictures. Got music in my songs. Got writing in the brickwork but the mortar’s all wrong. Got comfort in the cushion. Got feathers in the bed. Got half the world inside here but a space in my head. Got plans for restoration. Got blueprints for my wings. Got everything I wanted but it just don’t mean a thing. Hail me a cart pulled by a thousand horses. Take me take me farther than the eye can see. Got spiders on the dishes. Got blackbirds on the plates. Got half the ark inside here but they just sit and wait. Got plans for conservation. Got tools to dig the pit. Got everything I wanted but it just don’t mean jack shit.
Tripping Touring Taxi
Let’s chew the fat and maybe we could understand what the hell just happened here. Surely this was never planned. Now turn to page 26, troubleshooting and tips and commonplace mistakes. I’ve seen it all before; some bastard down on the floor, messing round with your brakes. There’s fortune behind every roll of the dice. But how do you roll a dice when the sumo’s standing on your hand. Here you come, skulking on an open highway. Your tripping touring taxi’s gone, oh but I think you’re going to be ok. You’ve changed your face, maybe you’ve been under the knife. You’ve changed your tune, maybe you should change your life. Your big taboo ideas normally end in tears, so let’s clear the plate. You’ve got a sea to swim but I really think you’re going to be ok.
You said you’ve bought your ticket to the moon. I thought you never used public transport. Our small talk grows. With every single line I come this close. You said that you could smuggle me in too. I said I’ve got my own lunar module. Our small talk grows. With every single day I come this close. Show me your sign and I promise that I’ll show you mine. There’s no time like the last day of our lives. Let’s go higher than high. Why should we stop at the sky when I’ve got my god sent lunar module. But now you say you’re going to move away. My bubble just blew up in my face. Our small talk shrinks and just as well my pen’s all out of ink. You never showed me your sign and I never did show you mine. Out of time like the last day of our lives. We never went higher than high. Why did we stop at the sky when I’ve got my god sent lunar module.
Last Drop Loverboy
Did you see that note? Red words on the mirror. Do you have a ghost? or just a brassed off killer? Swanning around like a duchess, with a cigarette. In the game of life, what you willing to bet? But he’s your last drop loverboy so you take it while you can. It’s a fast track road to joy. A love shack caravan. Looking a million dollars, feeling like shit. This is no drama, this is really it. So if you insist these are good old days, how do you explain the scratches on your face? But he’s your last drop loverboy so you take it while you can. It’s a fast track road to joy. A love shack caravan.
I’m Not Moving Honey
You’re so funny, when you can’t stop running. I just sit like Buddah. And when you drive me over the policeman’s stinger, I just drive on singing. And when you scream and shout, I think it’s so damm funny but I’m not moving honey. And you can push and shove, push and shove, and take away my money but I’m not moving honey. I’m in a still frame of a mad animation, I could have freaked out but I stood my ground. Someday I’ll find a new sensation. I feel a big smile but you’re testing my patience, I could have got a job in the United Nations. Someday I’ll take the free temptation. What’s that you say? Get up and live? Come out and play? Check in and stay? Competition? Push and shove me? You’re so funny, no way honey!
What’s This All About?
Anytime you feel as though you want to kneel and cry. Remember all the things we’ve done and all the reasons why. So don’t let those good times roll away, no. Don’t let those good times roll away. When your new adventure falls into an old routine, remember all these faces and the places that we’ve been. So don’t let those good times roll away, no. Don’t let those good times roll away, no. Well if you can’t follow the good times and if I can’t work it out. There’s a chance we’ll follow the landslide and we don’t want that, so what’s this all about? Anytime you feel your head is filling up with doubt, you’ve got to losen up the valve and wait and let it all pour out.
Murder In The Garden II
I came here optimistic, no fear. It wasn’t long, before it came clear something’s wrong. Because her head is dead, while her body jerks around like a rooster full of speed laced bread. She stood there, then she was lost to thin air. It’s been the strangest ever day, I saw a murder in the garden. I wanted to watch her garden grow. Instead I saw it burn to ash and coals. She was here, lovely as ever, no tears. Yeah she stood here, right here, she was here. She stood there. Then she was lost to thin air.