: Apartments of windows, complexes of complexes, opportunities saunter by as the ghosts of interpretation breathe. Barely alive, barely affecting
: Littered with realism, marred by objectivity, acquire Commited to seeing the inside, getting close to the edges by getting by. More distance, abstract
: Everything happens in circles, rotations that curve around a powerful body. Lines to intersect. I put the tape recorder on hold, and fiction
Yo shut up, this is Ice muthafuckin' T And I've been listenin' to a lotta DJ's Get on the mike and tryin' to get busy You know what I'm sayin'? But can
Yeah yeah yeah, It's C O S S O M yeah, Never change (x3) You know just how to make a smile, never hesitate and give me all your love, and them other
To live between a rock and a hard place In between time Cruising in prime time Soaking up the cathode rays To live between the wars in our time Living
I'll make this painless, try to be sweet I could break your heart any day of the week Squeeze life out of you, wrap you in sheets I could break your heart
could break your heart any day of the week. Ill make this painless. Try to be sweet. I could break your heart any day of the week. Squeeze life out
Lately all the flowers seem to be so plain Can you call a rose by any other name? Gerald Just this morning I took a stroll through your garden I watched
Did you see any action? Did you make any friends? Would you like some affection Before I leave again? Well, I've been walking behind you Since you've
I woke up broke free, drove a long time It didn't purge you from my mind Hang up the hill maybe your right Chalk it up to a starry night To be set free
Turn me down to the ground I like to feel the coolness on my face Lie me down, show me how I can begin to hold you endlessly And I don't sleep, so I
(Albert Fish) Fish seemed like a nice old man and people believed his lies, But Albert was a child eating shark in disguise. Albert was worse than any
I'm a swing it Watch me bring it To the next level The graphic devils Gettin' funky like the Nevilles Brothers from the bayou So why you wanna trip?
Straight out the casket, risin' up Open up your eyes, can't you see me? What the fuck is this? Madness, pick up my bones Erase my name from off the tombstones
Johnny was a bad boy, he was juvenile delinquent He had his picture on the wall of every precinct He had a rep of hanging out with his homies Puffin'
I'm sick, demented, I came unrepresented I rose from the grave, I had a close shave The cops tried to lock me down 'cause the Glock they found Was stolen
Uh huh, come on Smokin' up an L Might kill a brain cell But I might as well I'm on a highway to hell Totally consumed By an aerie feelin' I hear pigs
