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A Thought's An Idea...

Oh the passenger
How how he rides
Oh the passenger
He rides and he rides
He looks through his window
What does he see?
He sees the sided hollow sky
He see the stars come out tonight
He sees the city's ripped backsides
He sees the winding ocean drive
And everything was made for you and me
All of it was made for you and me
'cause it just belongs to you and me
So let's take a ride and see what's mine


B) :crush:
 
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
 
Not worth asking, who I'm supposed to be
Not worth saying, seems I'm free
Not worth reaching, to anyone at all
Not worth reaching out to stop this fall
I'm on my own
Yeah, I'm on my own
 
I am what I am
And what I am is who I am
I know what I know
And all I know is that I fell
If only I could walk through the wall
Then maybe I would tell you who I was
Yet I am just a man still learning how to fall
 
farwell the ashtray girl
angelic fruitcake
beware this troubled world
control your intake
goodbye to open sores
goodbye and furthermore
you know we miss her
we miss her picture..:heart:
 
I paint the two of us on a canvas in chains
I hung it on the wall so the story sustains
And I layer the colors with care in veils with the sky broader than

an ocean and higher than high

 
hush little baby, don't say a word
never mind that noise you heard
it's just the beasts under your bed
in your closet, in your head
 
I’m a harm healer
Such a weak feeder
What a gut teaser on a hook
I’m on a hook, I'm on a hook
Smell that cook
No more ditch dealer
I’m your dream digger

At this feast of ours,
I’m the beast of honor, Honor


:meow:
 
So wake up sleepy one
It's time to save your world
You're where the wild things are
Yeah, toy soldiers off to war
 
I have problems with sending the shipment through the post
My contact, found a weakness in the distribution
Pinched by the man, because of a leak
Smoke him out of your house and up from the basement

I have problems with the system, but I have a man in the Vatican
You can change your name and your clothes, Maestro
Play tag, and the Maestro is it


:argg:
 
Just because he was wearin’ shades
You thought he didn’t leave a clue
I got his name, I know his game
He’s double-0 you know who
 
You know the bartenders
They all know my name
And they catch me when I'm pulling up lame
And I'm a pool-shooting-shimmy-shyster shaking my head
When I should be living clean instead


B)​
 
Dance round the room to accordion keys
With the needle that sings in your heart
Catching signals that sound in the dark
Catching signals that sound in the dark
We will take off our clothes
And they'll be placing fingers through the notches in your spine...
 
Just one smile on your face
Was all it took to change my fortune
Just one word from your mouth
Was all I needed to be certain
 
I was given wine
We’re feeling okay
And quite all right
You wash my tears away
And make me wanna stay
And bonfires lit up the shores


:heart:
 
Some might say my love devours you whole
Some might say that life is my love


:heart:
 
My heart is a pumping thing, fistful of pumping thing.
I guess it comes quite automatically,
You know the butterflies inside one's chest
You know the feelings, the warm wind
The hunt of a fresh breath.
Don't stop, oh, don't think too much
Get these bad thoughts tucked in bed.
Don't stop pumping, don't stop that jumping
My little stubborn heart.
To come and guide me, guide me, guide me instead!
But I'm shaking, I'm trembling, I'm dancing around
I take two steps at a time
But I'm shaking, I'm trembling, I'm dancing around
I take two steps at a time ...


:heart:
 

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