LOBSTER QUADRILLE WITH LUCY SIMON WRITER LEWIS CAROLL "Will you walk a little faster?" said a whiting to a snail. "There's a porpoise close behind us
Chop, chop, chop, off comes the head I'm on a killing spree, machete in hand Run for your life, run for your life Headhunter of the cannibal tribe The
Hopeless I'll stay always the coward..constantly weigh all the things you say..never enough, but I'd prove every hour. making a case just to see your
Freeze frame 1,2,3, whoo I could see it was a rough-cut Tuesday Slow motion weekdays stare me down His perfect picture got me wound Snapshot image froze
"Will you walk a little faster?", said a whiting to a snail "There's a porpoise close behind us, treading on my tail" See how eagerly the lobsters and
One at a time, conscious becomes surreal One at a time, heart attacks are concealed I can see that I Lose the choice of life One at a time, suicides
Today I saw a film was going backwards Thirty frames a second was a man I recognized Say who you are? I lost my job security Self confidence, bank account
Please help me 'cause I'm breaking down This picture's frozen and I can't get it out Please help me 'cause I'm breaking down This picture's frozen and
Hot on the heels of '78 / The wailing dance of the cardiac rate Break out lungs in ecstacy / the gross physique of devilry says, "Oh! When they play
We used to be so perfect We came together fine It seemed like a crime This world so blind We once created More than a fairytale Oh, how we shined? Not
When the fire's burned out in me And the tears start drowning me I'm with you right here from the start It's where we'll fall apart When, what you do
When you wake up and you read this You have to know that I really mean it You're just a memory, you're just a memory Of a long road that got too hard
First you fall in love then you make When you've had enough you start to fake it With someone on the phone But you're not listening and she's not coming
Frame by frame, if by drowning In your arms, in your arms Analysis Step by step, down by numbers In your arms, in your arms Analysis Frame by frame,
I could see it was a rough cut Tuesday Slow motion weekdays stare me down Her lipstick reflex got me wound There were no defects to be found Snap shot
They don't even have to kick down our doors We let them in with a smile and a thank you Media ingrained police state Our fears create the cycle of reliance
Everybody's Fool - Evanescence Perfect by nature I come from self indulgence Just what we all need More lies about a world that Never was and never