One From The Heart (1982 Film)
Waits Tom lyrics
Waits Tom lyrics
"Crossroads Lyrics"
Freak Like Me Lyrics
let me lay it on the line i got a little freakiness inside and you know that the man has got to deal with it i don't care what they say i'm not about to pay nobody's way cuz it's a
let me lay it on the line i got a little freakiness inside and you know that the man has got to deal with it i don't care what they say i'm not about to pay nobody's way cuz it's a
(Tom Waits/William Burroughs)
Now, George was a good straight boy to begin with, but there was bad blood
In him; someway he got into the magic bullets and that leads straight to
Devil's work, just like marijuana leads to heroin; you think yo ucan take
Them bullets or leave 'em, do you?
Just save a few for your bad days
Well, now, we all have those bad days when you can't shoot for shit.
Pseudo Silk Kimono Lyrics
Huddled in the safety of a pseudo silk kimono Wearing bracelets of smoke, naked of understanding Nicotine smears, long, long dried tears, invisible tears Safe in my own words, learning from my own words
The more of them magics you use, the more bad days you have without them
So it comes down finally to all your days being bad without the bullets
It's magics or nothing
Time to stop chippying around and kidding yourself,
Kid, you're hooked, heavy as lead
And that's where old George found himself
Out there at the crossroads
Molding the Devil's bullets
Now a man figures it's his bullets, so it
Hit what he wants to hit
But it don't always work that way
You see, some bullets is special for a single aim
A certain stag, or a certain person
And no matter where you are, that's where the bullet will end up
And in the moment of aiming, the gun turns into a dowser's wand
And point where the bullet wants to go
(George Schmid was moving in a series of convulsive spasms, like someoneAnother Chance Lyrics
give me another chance forget about what happened on the list there's a job we should catch up on you and me together can't imagineyou are my soul and i can wright without your
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with an epileptic fit, with his face distorted and his eyes wild like aHuddled in the safety of a pseudo silk kimono Wearing bracelets of smoke, naked of understanding Nicotine smears, long, long dried tears, invisible tears Safe in my own words, learning from my own words
The more of them magics you use, the more bad days you have without them
So it comes down finally to all your days being bad without the bullets
It's magics or nothing
Time to stop chippying around and kidding yourself,
Kid, you're hooked, heavy as lead
And that's where old George found himself
Out there at the crossroads
Molding the Devil's bullets
Now a man figures it's his bullets, so it
Why Don't We Do It In The Road Lyrics
Why don't we do it in the road? No one will be watching us. Why don't we do it in the road
willWhy don't we do it in the road? No one will be watching us. Why don't we do it in the road
Hit what he wants to hit
But it don't always work that way
You see, some bullets is special for a single aim
A certain stag, or a certain person
And no matter where you are, that's where the bullet will end up
And in the moment of aiming, the gun turns into a dowser's wand
And point where the bullet wants to go
(George Schmid was moving in a series of convulsive spasms, like someone
give me another chance forget about what happened on the list there's a job we should catch up on you and me together can't imagineyou are my soul and i can wright without your
lassoed horse bracing his legs. But something kept pulling him on. And now
he is picking up the skulls and making the circle.)
I guess old George didn't rightly know what he's getting himself into
The fit was on him and it carried him right to the crossroads
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