"No, I won’t be no runaway…
What makes you think I’m enjoying being led to the flood?”
one of the greatest themes ever.
You say, “All things pass, into the night”
I can’t stand the beats, I’m asking for the cheque.The girl with crimson nails has Jesus ‘round her neck.
I turn around it’s fear…
I turn around again and it’s love.
Not a lyric but…
It’s the classical piece used in Kubrick’s “2001: A Space Odyssey.”
To die like this, with a last kissIt’s falsehood’s flame, it’s a crying shame
You only tell me you love me when you’re drunk.
They went searching for your body.They went looking but there’s nobody.Who smells like you…who looks like you.
All I know is that to me You look like you’re lots of fun Open up your lovin’ arms Watch out, here I come
It’s physical Only logical You must try to ignore That it means more than that
Oh but they’re weird and they’re wonderful.Oh Bennie she’s really keen…she’s got electric boots, a mohair suit.You know I read it in a magazine.
Oh tonight I miss you.Oh tonight I wish you could be here with me.But I won’t see you ‘til you’ve made it back again…home and dry.
I thought I could organize freedom.
How Scandinavian of me.
At school they taught me how to be so pure in thought and word and deed.
They didn’t quite succeed.