This is the sound of someone losing the plot
Making out that they're OK when they're not
You're gonna like it
(But not alot)
This is the sound of someone losing the plot
Making out that they're OK when they're not
You're gonna like it
(But not alot)
You have loads of songs
So many songs
More songs than they can stand
I know why you're dreaming, because it's the only escape
Who can make Hitler seem like a bus conductor?
You do, Oh Phoney you do
England Is Mine!
I'm trying to explain to myself, I can have both
I'm trying to explain to the voice inside
I know you love one person, so why can't you love two? Give a little something...
I've had a hole in my heart
For so long
I've learned to fake it and
Just smile along
Down on the street
Those men are all the same
I need a love
Not games
Not games
(I love that whole song so much, it's one of the top 10 that always gets stuck in my head.)
"Foot in a bucket"
"If you're gonna play it out of tune, then play it out of tune properly"
"The pressure to change, to move on
Was strange and very strong.
So this is why I tell you
I really do understand- bye bye"
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"The moment art surrenders its imaginative medium it surrenders everything"
Oscar Wilde, The Decay of Lying
I used to dream and I used to vow - I wouldn't dream of it now
i am the music man, i come from down your way, what can you play?
I'm your only friend
I'm not your only friend
But I'm a little glowing friend
But really I'm not actually your friend
But I am
(Ohhhhhhhhhhh, does this mean New York is a sure thing?Watch it and find out.
)
'life is nothing much to lose'
Exitainment
'My little sister, dreaming of monsters, when will the story come to a turning point, and make you happy?'
"I'm tired of writing elegies to boredom."
-Rufus Wainwright. "Sansoucci"
You think I'm pretty
without any make-up on.
Then I'm radio and then I'm television
I'm afraid of everyone, I'm afraid of everyone
Lay the young blue bodies with the old red bodies
I'm afraid of everyone, I'm afraid of everyone
With my kid on my shoulders I try
Not to hurt anybody I like
But I don't have the drugs to sort,
I don't have the drugs to sort it out, sort it out
I defend my family with my orange umbrella
I'm afraid of everyone, I'm afraid of everyone
With my shiny new starspangled tennis shoes on
I'm afraid of everyone, I'm afraid of everyone
With my kid on my shoulders I try
Not to hurt anybody I like
But I don't have the drugs to sort,
I don't have the drugs to sort it out, sort it out
I don't have the drugs to sort it out, sort it out
ttle voices swallowing my soul, soul, soul
-
The National
Four o'clock in the afternoon
and I didn't feel like very much.
I said to myself, "Where are you golden boy,
where is your famous golden touch?"
I thought you knew where
all of the elephants lie down,
I thought you were the crown prince
of all the wheels in Ivory Town.
Just take a look at your body now,
there's nothing much to save
and a bitter voice in the mirror cries,
"Hey, Prince, you need a shave."
Now if you can manage to get
your trembling fingers to behave,
why don't you try unwrapping
a stainless steel razor blade?
That's right, it's come to this,
yes it's come to this,
and wasn't it a long way down,
wasn't it a strange way down?