Fashion Street Babble
We all live in a cinema show, not much we can do.
Manikins melt on hot summer pavement, fashion on the loose.
Yeah, I could paint it green, babe, or I could paint it blue.
We all live in a cinema show, not much we can do.
Aliens
Thin man comes ah knocking;
Says pass along the news:
Aliens…
Aliens are messing with my brainwaves.
He says to find a cool, dark spot;
There’s something on the loose.
Aliens…
Aliens are messing with my brainwaves.
He says my love’s awaiting there,
A quarter in each hand:
Any time, place, buck or billy
Able bodied man.
And some we come to answer;
And some we have to choose.
Aliens…
Aliens are messing with my brainwaves.
Just had to peep before I sleep
alarms ring out to make my keep
early morn they kill my deep sleep.
Be one with the rhyme and dont keep time
Alarms are for those in a working prime
g’night you are doing fine
Blue Sunday
Blue Morning,
Grey edge of light,
Warm morning rain,
Gone by day.
Soft motion,
Sharp edge of night;
No woman, no song,
And I’ve no wine to drink.
And by the ocean blue:
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Blue ocean,
Cloudy salt kiss,
Gentle distraction
As sand meets wave.
Blue Sunday,
Eye of the fish;
No woman, no song,
And I’ve no wine to drink.
How could I not love you, Kris?
The Whispering Woods of Night
Momma lost her baby to the whispering woods of night.
Did you see them running? Running from the light?
They play with rabid dogs they feed without a fight.
Momma lost her baby to the the whispering woods of night.
I hear she came a-looking past those dungeon walls of snow.
Did you see them pass her by? Did you see them go?
Children play together. Momma walks alone.
I hear she came a-looking past those dungeon walls of snow.
Mother dear, don’t hurt yourself.
Snow walls getting higher.
All we need is someone else
To sit with by the fire.
Nothing lasts forever in the whispering woods of night.
The tracks will soon be covered. Frost will close our eyes.
But what’s it really matter, we’re still running from the light.
Nothing lasts forever in the whispering woods of night.
Cold winds groan: one sits alone,
Snow walls getting higher.
Now all he needs is anyone
To sit with by the fire.