I like the cool way you look at me,; Everything about you is bringing me; Misery.
Has the record been breaking,; Did the needle just skip
I said, "You know they refused Jesus, too"; He said, "You're not Him"
I'm listening to Neil Young, I gotta turn up the sound; Someone's always yelling turn it down
And the words that are used; For to get the ship confused; Will not be understood as they're spoken.
Where black is the color, where none is the number
Junk is piling up, taking up space
Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats,; Blowing through the letters that we wrote.
I was in your presence for an hour or so; Or was it a day? I truly don't know.
Something there is about you that brings back a long forgotten truth
You can make me cry; Never say goodbye
And then you told me later, as I apologized; That you were just kiddin' me, you weren't really from the farm
When He rose from the dead, did they believe?
Well, I try my best; To be just like I am,; But everybody wants you; To be just like them.
All right, I'll take a chance, I will fall in love with you
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,; Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,; With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,; Let me forget about today until tomorrow.
Sometimes I wonder what it's gonna take; To find dignity
They tell me revenge is sweet and from where they stand, I'm sure it is.
It ain't my cup of meat.
Turn your back, wash your hands,; There's always someone who understands
You say my kisses are not like his,; But this time I'm not gonna tell you why that is.
Well the desert is hot, the mountain is cursed,; Pray that I don't die of thirst,; Baby, two feet from the well.
take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind
The sky is trembling, And I must leave.
Senor, senor, let's disconnect these cables,; Overturn these tables.; This place don't make sense to me no more.
Now the moon is almost hidden; The stars are beginning to hide; The fortunetelling lady; Has even taken all her things inside
Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues; You can tell by the way she smiles
On the rising curve,; Where the ways of nature will test every nerve,; You won't get anything you don't deserve,; Where we were born in time.
I am hanging in the balance, of the reality of man; like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand
If you want to live easy
Baby pack your clothes with mine
She still lives inside of me, we've never been apart.
I believe in the impossible, you know that I do
A million faces at my feet; But all I see are dark eyes
Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road to ecstasy,; I followed you beneath the stars, hounded by your memory,; And all your ragin' glory.
I've been walking through the middle of nowhere; Trying to get to heaven before they close the door
But it's like I'm stuck inside a painting; That's hanging in the Louvre
Thought I'd shaken the wonder and the phantoms of my youth
Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales
you remind me of something that used to be; somethin' that crossed over from another century
Praise be to Nero's Neptune; The Titanic sails at dawn; And everybody's shouting; Which Side Are You On?
I just want you to know; I can see through your masks
Hot chili peppers in the blistering sun
They got him on conspiracy, they were never sure who with.
Can't you make any sound?
I wouldn't be ashamed to be seen with you anywhere.
Betrayed by a kiss on a cool night of bliss; In the valley of the missing link
Well, the road is rocky and the hillside's mud; Up over my head nothing but clouds of blood
One of these days and it won't be long; Going down in the valley and sing my song; I will sing it loud and sing it strong; Let the echo decide if I was right or wrong
He bought me with a price,; Freed me from the pit,; Full of emptiness and wrath; And the fire that burns in it.
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
I don't mind a reasonable amount of trouble
But I will be back, I will survive,; You'll never get rid of me as long as you're alive.
Silver and gold; Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold
Behind every beautiful thing there's been some kind of pain
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a bowl of soup
There are those who worship loneliness, I'm not one of them
