(t. bryn) i can't stick around she said not much to be found she said i ought to know, time goes by slowly i am here and i am young life is here
I have a destiny, I have a vision, dear It's as translucent as rain and glass are clear I am a problem girl, I have a habit old If I got silver, I'd pine
I'll tell you in one sentence. The truth should not have broken you. You know I'd never turn away, Not in your darkest hour. I won't reiterate the immense
Engineers of the dead Architects of destiny A dying grace, a gift Our lives are saved by our own incoherence Tissues fabricated; produced by multimedia
C-c-coming like a nightmare word like I'm gonna go for it Fuckin' around what ya got to show for it? Let it be know that I'm in the zone And whatever
as sperm pools in the palm of your hand attempt to solve national affairs with only the understanding that lysol can give you a buzz if you sip it slowly
Encoded transmissions spun out of control Bring the purging insurrection of false consciousness Custodians of the agenda secure the contaminated areas
Here is the beehive. (Hold fisted right hand outward.) Where are the bees? Hidden away where nobody sees. Soon they come buzzing Out of the hive...
When The Bees Are In The Hive - Bill Monroe (Bryan/Mills) By the mill stream sits the Miller's pretty daughter Her cheeks are like the first red rose
Go It's time to do a quick rewind To find another line and bring it back To get the juices flowing You, you found infection with injection Tell me lies
It's a pleasure to reject for pleasure Light all your cassettes on fire It's a measure to protect This birthday present from distress It's a pleasure
Here I go around the blame Here I go with hand over flame Down on the floor at 9 00 A scene not fully recognized At precisely 9 00 Here I go with clapping
I can't see eyes swelled with stings stings I can't breathe lungs filled with the bitter venom the nest is collapsing upon itself This isnt over in
I'll give myself a vision Of a boy for this one girl He can be the colors of a paintbox set In a black and white world He'll be a bit of everything Be
(By Tracey Bryn & Mike Jones) Heavenly oh heavenly Who on earth chose luck me? Earth and rain and wind and sky meet in your kiss, electrify Sometimes
Stars have been subjects Of poets and priests and girls on bended knees I see the heavens looking at you I like just looking good enough for two Half
Well, you can tear me down, slap me 'round Drag my name across the ground, I'm still in love Still in love with the way you move me And the way you always
I walk the earth my darling This is my home Grab your pack my darling Grab your pack and walk with me We will walk the road, well, this road is all we
