I wanna make your smoke and kisses black and white
measure all your spinning whispers in the loose moon light
colour between the lines
let it out, let it out, you re arrange my mind

an uneasy feeling churns inside of me
I'll draw it on the wall for you to see
tryin to find a diamond in an avalanch
baby you just havn't had the chance
let it out, let it out, you re arrange my mind

We have strayed so far

 SUB
MAR

  INE

I wanna be your vacuum cleaner
breathing in your dust
I wanna be your Ford Cortina
I will never rust
If you like your coffee hot
let me be your coffee pot
You call the shots
I wanna be yours

I wanna be your raincoat
for those frequent rainy days
I wanna be your dreamboat
when you want to sail away
Let me be your teddy bear
take me with you anywhere
I don’t care
I wanna be yours

I wanna be your electric meter
I will not run out
I wanna be the electric heater
you’ll get cold without
I wanna be your setting lotion
hold your hair with deep devotion
Deep as the deep Atlantic ocean
that’s how deep is my emotion
Deep deep deep deep de deep deep
I don't wanna be hers
I wanna be yours

Reality leaves alot to the imagination...

“I believe in everything until it's disproved. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it's in your mind. Who's to say that dreams and nightmares aren't as real as the here and now?”

“The basic thing nobody asks is why do people take drugs of any sort? Why do we have these accessories to normal living to live? I mean, is there something wrong with society that's making us so pressurized, that we cannot live without guarding ourselves against it?”

“My role in society, or any artist's or poet's role, is to try and express what we all feel. Not to tell people how to feel. Not as a preacher, not as a leader, but as a reflection of us all.”

“Song writing is about getting the demon out of me. It's like being possessed. You try to go to sleep, but the song won't let you. So you have to get up and make it into something, and then you're allowed to sleep.”

"Genius may be the ability to say a profound thing in a simple way"

"Some people never lose their minds...what truly horrible lives they must live"

Suppose you learned a new way to communicate...suppose you found a way to say something profound in a simple way. This simplicity would only be revealed to those who listen...imagine the frustration. Conversation would become such a chore. Crazy? I would assume one would lose their minds...but some people never go crazy.

Dear Prudence,
the next time that i caught my own reflection it was on its way to meet you, thinking of excuses to postpone. You never look like yourself from the side but your profile could not hide the fact you knew I was approaching your throne. With folded arms you occupy the bench like a toothache, saw them puff your chest out like you'd never lost a war. And though I tried so not to suffer the indignity of reaction, there was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw.

Giacomo Casanova

"A man who makes known his love by words is a fool"

Rock 'n' Roll is alive