Tremor flickerquiver shuddershiver fluttermiss a beatcatch up miss a beat.Im finally coming down.What makes meput that stuff in my mouth?If I could only throw upor sweat it out of my sweaty hands.For hours and hours I triedto squeeze out every microgram.Tremor flickerquiver shuddershiver fluttermiss a beatcatch up miss a beat.Who do you call upwhen youre out of youre mind.I call my motherbut she wasnt home this time.

There is a screamThere is a lightThere is a shining opal skyThere is a breathThere is a sighMay June JulyThere is breast milkSilk nightgownAnd cowsRhyming airplanesnaming namesThere is the windThere is the beachStutterings of speechThere is the sheepThere is the snakeFishing on the lakeThere is the Yes MaamPlease forgive meIm lateOK the hard partYou are an avalancheof need and thingsare either in or out of reach.There is the moonThere is the sunThere is the cockThere is the cuntThere is the schoolThere is the creekWalking on the leavesThere are the booksThere are the gradesMeasures and the weightsThere are the lipsThere is the tongueIs there grace from above?SometimesThere is a timeFor setting outThere is the vanThere is a roadAnother coastGoodbye Ma!Goodbye home!There is the new townSundownFalling leavesYour windowLooks down onThe streetThere is the snowRadioAlone at the deskThere is the jobThere is the rentSigning of the checksWhen you are unknownYou fear you mayJust disappearA wayward satelliteDrifting further every nightOK the hard partYou need a reason to liveA way of connecting the days–There is a screamThere is a lightThere is a shining opal skyThere is a breathThere is a sighMay June JulyThere is the windThere is the beachStutterings of speechThere is the sheepThere is the snakeFishing on the lake...

Light strikes the suburbs in the summerWater trickles and runs down the faces of childrenLaughter echoes risingAs they slip between the sprinklers.Faces eager for no reasonIs it the season is that it?This used to be enough for me but now it isntI need some different entertainment.So we take the A-Train into the cityStick seats shake at the stationPretty womens footsteps drag them disappearingFrom the cave of the tunnel dragonInto the open high-rises skyscrapersStreet urchins come to siege usCorner preachers carry JesusLike he carried the cross toss leaflets.All this misdirected lustAll these all these all these peopleAs dusk turns into eveningWe just get funneled to the clubs.So come on turn up the fadersSooner or later bring the beat inI need it I wanna feel litLike a fetus feels the heartbeat Of his mother when hes sleepingBeating constantlyYou are encouraged to dance emphaticallyManically even desperatelyCause who knows where this is heading?Im in the backroom drunkThe stars cut chunks out of the darkness.Its a portrait of the young artistAs another target marketPlaying dumb in the clubAnd using liquor as a tourniquetLets succumb to our desiresOr well become just like our fathersBang into each other Until the lights smother us And we go under.Outside is a storm it feels like a setIt feels so unreal.Turn up the faders Sooner or later bring the beat inI need it I wanna feel itIm in the bathroom drunkThe months cut chunks out of the summerDays get longer minutes get fasterI get older the weather gets colderThey might sleep out in the suburbsBut not here not hereCome on turn up the fadersSooner or later bring the beat inI need it I wanna feel it I wanna feel it.All my friends hold their glassesRoses by the stemLean in like trees blown by wind in a gardenFall and play jester at the feet of dark-eyed womenWhose every hidden glance Holds a chance at new beginningsHeres to all the new beginningsWe never got back from.Never go homeNever go homeNever go home alone.

Losing you was like losing an arm in a war that Ive fought since theday I was bornWhile the parliament talks and the mobsters make plansI look for the bird that has flown from my hand Losing sleep in a Tel-Aviv hotelI cut holes in the sheets so that no one can tellTo wear out on the town a cloak for a ghostWho can pass through the walls of the hearts he needs most.Sex without love sex without love sex without love is not easily done It takes gallons of wine to quiet the bloodYer eyes may get drunk but your mind wont shut up enoughTo touch her without trustAre you strong enough for sex without love?Cutting the wings so I turn with each steps Its been down the same track since the day that you leftThe telephone takes all the truth from your voiceWhile your friends draw their swords and scream freedom of choiceIts been into the breach its been travel or die The planes that we ride track the sun through the skySo the sun never sets the timezones just changeYou can travel all night and not make up one daySex without love sex without love sex without love is not easily done It takes gallons of wine to quiet the bloodYer eyes may get drunk but your mind wont shut up enoughTo touch her without trustAre you strong enough for sex without love?Losing you was like losing the plot to a story I wrote an then somehow forgotPour the wine from the glass wipe the smudge from the edgeThe thought from my head an the smell from the bedLosing you was like losing an arm in a war that Ive fought since theday I was born.

My journeys overIm standing on the edgeAnd close my eyes to this world of liesMy will is brokenIts the end of all my dreamsMy soul yearnsFor the valley of the queensMy rose is witheredIt will never bloom againThe soil is dryTime has come to dieMy faith has left meTheyve stolen all my dreamsOh lay me downIn the valley of the queensMy search has endedMy name is carved in stoneOn the temple wallBeyond Osiris hallNo holy sunrays will light my tomb of dreamsI wont return from the valley of--the queens

think it was the click-click-clicking of the fingernail clippers.Or was it the sound of laughter outside?Or the pad-pad-padding of the chambermaids slippersBut Im awake. Im awake.Im awake and quite aware of checkout time.Out and down past those stickersOn that chambermaids cart.Past the suits with wet hair at the breakfast buffet. Through the lobby where the Worlds Largest Lemonade StandStarts off each day by shooting away a gun with a sign that saysIm saving up for a harmonica one day.And past the girl in the wheelchair who saysIts not mine Im just sitting in it for someone.And just then theres a bus with a Marlboro ad on the back that saysBob I Miss My Lung. expect it saysI Miss My Lung Bob.Its cause I paraphrase so muchBut I think it was I Miss My Lung Bob.You know I think it was;I think it was

My wild child your night lights on (My wild child your night lights on)Youre in your mild depths (Youre in your mild depths)The moon is on the lawn. (The moon is on the lawn)Just make your friends (Just make your friends)While youre still young (While youre still young)Before you cant see (Before you cant see)Through anyone (Through anyone ah ah ah ah)And if youre trick-riding out in the rain (In the rain ah ah ah ah)Dont expect me to watchAnd dont ask me to explain.Ill be your friend your last refuge (Ill be your friend your last refuge)When things get weird (When things get weird)And weird breaks huge. (And weird breaks huge)Ill stroke your hair (Ill stroke your hair)Ill dry your cheeks (Ill dry your cheeks)When failures come (When failures come)And no one speaks (Ah ah ah ah)But if youre on a horse (Ah ah ah ah)Trick-riding in the mud and rain (Mud and rain ah ah ah ah)You cant expect me to watchOr ask me to explain.But if youre on a horse (Ah ah ah ah)Trick-riding in the mud and rain (Mud and rain ah ah ah ah)Dont make me watchDont ask me to explain (Ah ah ah ah)

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Q: Darkness and the Silver Spoon

I saw you walking on Country Club Drivewith your strange sullen child.Do you remember me?I watched you play on the tennis courtsthe thin-lipped men signed up on the boardand you sent the ball over with distracted force.Im paleIve been in jailIm a voyeur.Do you remember me?When your child flipped his go-kart.I cried so hard I could barely give him CPR.You pulled me awayhe got up and wiped his lips.He smiled you asked me if Iknew how to fix it.

Lyricist- Stephen Joseph De Pace Bruce Richard Calderwood

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Now when I'm sick and tired and I'm far away from home I need to hear your voice on the telephone That's just what I need to feel at home No matter how far away I am, how bad I feel 'cause there's no greater thrill in my life Than to hear your sweet voice in my ear, it's nice It makes the miles apar ...

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