: Hollywood looks good at night The TVs get fine reception But last night Jean told Steve About her imminent conception She wants a plum tree for the
: Johnny's trapping stars in his car With the radio on In the parking lot Lily heard a sound While they were going down Someone on El Camino had been
: [Messed?] and peculiar Dancing with Julia I see no spare sky This is the last try The static from dreaming Is only now seeming To bring on disaster
: Teddy sniffing glue he was 12 years old Fell from the roof on East Two-nine Cathy was 11 when she pulled the plug On 26 reds and a bottle of wine Bobby
: You're passing, I hear your shadow through the door It's outlined on my shade Like a map of some foreign shore If I could keep that shadow, I could
: If give me your ear I'll whisper you wind that could soothe your burnt blood The door is right here breathing the air filled with powders and porn
: Seven blonde women They gather in the square They raise their hands up to the sun Their skin is so thin and white You know their fathers must surely
: You get nothin' back for all you've saved Just eternity in a spacious grave She said, ";Nothing is true, everything is permitted"; Things just go
: Sirens begin, the red light spins Hungry go the thieves Betty's in the sandbox trying to detox She always wears long sleeves Desdemona in a red kimona
: Though I don't really understand her I love my sister, her name's Miranda The boys from uptown they can't stand her The more she denies them the more
: I don't believe in sin But maybe I'll begin A vagrant evil's climbing up my skin The shadows from last week Are dancing in the street In homage to
: Day and night . . . the shadows move too slowly From dark to light she promised she could know me Remember when . . . I watched her on the stairway
: They hit you with their papers when you're living on loan. They're the ones who say nothing when you answer the phone. You see them in the alleys
: The gravity here is just sick for revenge It's like my lungs are filled with chains . . . The sky seems so low, It hasn't moved this slow Since the
: The bell rings . . . It's a decade past my decadence My beast wears rings and he's waiting In the shadows of my hesitations, my silent Hesitations . . .
: Bob drives taxis when the meter runs Bobby hears the music when it's done He hears the voices He hears the voices Wheels on rain, lightning from the
: I write your name Everywhere I go Like a worn out code Just to let you know I write your name On my loneliness On the closet hook where you hung