Crucify my love

January 24, 2008

Crucify my love

  
   Crucify my love
  If my love is blind
  Crucify my love
  If it sets me free
  Never know never trust
  That love should see a colour
  Crucify my love
  
  If it should be that way
  Swing the heartache
  Feel it inside out
  When the wind cries
  I’ll say goodbye
  Tried to learn tried to find
  To reach out for eternity
  Where’s the answer
  Is this forever?
  
  
  Like a river flowing to the sea
  You’ll be miles away and I will know
  I know I can deal with the pain
  No reason to cry
  
  Swing the heartache
  Feel it inside out
  When the wind cries
  I’ll say good-bye
  Tried to learn tried to find
  To reach out for eternity
  Where’s the answer
  Is this forever?
  
  If my love is blind
  Crucify my love
  If it sets me free
  Never know never trust
  That love should see a colour
  Crucify my love
  If it should be that way

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Blue Spark

January 24, 2008

Blue Spark

he waits in a beach apartment blue spark thousands of lights thousands of people she’s forgotten him for the bodies around her blue shock, exchange blue shock, exchange blue spark what goes between the eyes downtown blue spark loudspeakers and search lights the boulevard she comes home later just to give him blue spark


My Soul Cries Your Name

January 24, 2008

My Soul Cries Your Name

a woman built like you, was built to serve my needs. carve intials on my back, wrap your arms around me. with your lovin’ please, you’re as good. i hurt you so…i gotta go. i wouldn’t blame you a bit for never giving me a chance. you got red-rock too short, a gold-mine where they meet. long-fired arms, and a treasure chest where they meet. hold my hair and arch your back and scream. i hurt you so…i gotta go. i wouldn’t blame you a bit for never giving me a chance. my soul cries your name over and over again. my soul cries your name over and over again. suck my heart into your haze, turn it into sex. front seat of my car, you were better than my bed. flames on your chest, hell’s open gate. i hurt you so…i gotta go. i wouldn’t blame you a bit for never giving me a chance. my soul cries your name over and over again. my soul cries your name over and over again


Nausea

January 24, 2008

Nausea

today you’re gonna be so sick so sick you’ll prop your forehead on the sink say oh christ oh jesus christ my head’s gonna crack like a bank tonight you’ll fall asleep in clothes-so late like a candy bar wrapped up for lunch that’s all you get to taste poverty and spit poverty and spit nausea bloody red eyes go to nausea bloody red eyes go to nausea bloody red eyes go to sleep you’re talking out of harmony you can’t remember what you said cut it out you feel retarded take the sissors saw the head


Los Angeles

January 24, 2008

Los Angeles

she had to leave los angeles all her toys wore out in black and her boys had too she started to hate every nigger and jew every mexican that gave her lotta shit every homosexual and the idle rich she had to get out she gets confused flying over the dateline her hands turn red cause the days change at night change in an instant the days change at night change in an instant she had to leave los angeles she found it hard to say goodbye to her own best friend she bought a clock on hollywood blvd the day she left it felt sad she had to get out


Sex And Dying In High Society

January 24, 2008

Sex And Dying In High Society

you started out that way you’d do anything to stay and keep your money boys made of silver and gold keep your pekinese, turkish cigarettes and your lighter that looks like a gun so you marry your daddy with a different name sex and dying in high society that pretty man of yours the one hiding inside the director’s clothes the one who calls you dear after banging away at you in the night that one’s just got to go every time you look at him you could almost just fall asleep and there’s a masturbating getting underneath the bed and now you tell the maid to burn you on your virgin back with a curling iron hotter than hot you say it’s good enough you say your pain is better than any kind of love


Supercharged

January 24, 2008

Supercharged

i went to see the sun at 6 o’clock… but i guess i stayed in bed too long. because it was night and that sun was goin’ down. it was still awfully bright. he’s bright and shiny as a brand new penny, and he’s bad and hot as a hemie. i heard the skid when he arrived… so i slid to a stop at his feet. it was 6 o’clock on highway 5, so we stayed off the street. he’s bright and shiny like a brand new penny, and he’s bad and hot as a hemie. supercharged in my parking garage, he’s big…he’s bad…he’s crazy. supercharged in my parking garage… supercharged in my parking garage. when we woke up the sun said 6 o’clock, so i guess we stayed in bed to long. ’cause it was night and that sun was goin’ down. but it was still awfully bright. he’s bright and shiny as a brand new penny, and he’s bad and hot as a hemie. supercharged in my parking garage… he’s so big…he’s bad…so bad…so crazy. supercharged in my parking garage… supercharged in my parking garage… supercharged in my parking garage… he’s so big…he’s bad…bad…bad…bad..bad…so bad…he’s crazy! supercharged in my parking garage… supercharged in my parking garage.