Three boats down from the candy, vacant deckchairs on a floodlit beach
Three boats down from the candy, rollers coast invade the deepest sleep
Three boats down from the candy, carnal

pipeline

Waiting in my corner, waiting on the bell
I was coming off the ropes, I was going to give them hell
Now I'm waiting

Waiting on the lyric, waiting on the song
I

raw_meat

Raw meat for the balcony
Another mugging in tin pan alley
Another heart of attack takes the centre stage
You might think I'm getting cynical
But after these years I ca

just_for_the_record

Many's the time i've been thinking about changing my ways
But when it gets right down to it it's the same drunken haze
I'm serving a sentence to write life's sentences
It's only

another_murder_of_a_day

She prays the lights stay green all night
She prays the traffic doesn't slow
And the knots that tie her stomach are only butterflies

Only butterflies, fly by every day
fortunes_of_war

Rosebuds scattered across the lawn like the squares at Waterloo
With bayonets of thorns repelling small children in search of lost tennis balls
Imaginary cannonballs that were fired

bandwagon

Bandwagon, it's coming into town
To turn your life around
And take you to the places that you once
Could only dream of
They'll be standing right there before your eyes

big_wedge

I found a new religion yesterday, i'd just cleared immigration jfk
A priest got in a cadillac, the shoe shine boy sang gospel
As god and his accountants drove away.
You'll see h

lords_of_the_backstage

A love song with no validity
Pretend you never meant that much to me
Numb, a Valium child, bored by meaningless collisions
A lonely stretch of headlight, diamonds trapped in bla

mr_1470

Here I sit in my bones, on the bones upon the hill
Staring out at the wild, blue yonder
Digging deep, I'd found buttons in my pockets
Naked now my skin begins to crawl


jumpsuit_city

All the way from bucharest your skin crawled on the way to hollywood
Through a whole in the wall
You saw the free world trading in bones
There's a guardian angel at the window
a_gentleman’s_excuse_me


black_canal

They'll always find a place for you in the sidewalk cafes
No one ventures into the streets these days
Except strangers and those like me, looking for work
I noticed the smell

script_for_a_jesters_tear

So here i am once more in the playground of the broken hearts
One more experience, one more entry in a diary, self-penned.
Yet another emotional suicide, overdosed on sentiment and pr