a dead sea of fluid mercury Baby piano cries Under your heavy index and thumb Pull some strings let them sing The stars that shine and the stars that
She tries not to shatter, kaleidoscope style Personality changes behind her red smile Every new problem brings a stranger inside Heplessly forcing one
in moondust laughing in the crimson rain-we feel no pain with shards in out soles we'll dance again and again oh again and again amidst the laughter and
Chasing a monsoon over the dune Oh fly me to the moon, get me there soon I don't have to prove I'll last longer than you One hump or two any handicap
HE MOA KANE (ancient Hawaiian riddle) Above is red-below is red hear the ringing voice... a strutting rooster
sleep talk Awake to who is following Moving like water, moving drifting on the wind A drifter coming in Then I dreamt that I awoke And all around was
It hurts There's a pain in my head I wish it would stop But it never stops I can feel it coming I'm getting weaker Please, help me I'm getting weaker
Sunrise breaks its fatal perfume And I'm dizzy to distraction The scented clutches of a siren's lament Embrace the sound of enchantment Five fathoms
'm not alone I get feeling, it's someone I don't know Do you ever have strange sensation When you're standing mighty tall To jump from seventeen floors And
wouldn't have you Come searching for your little girl But she hid in her oyster shell Stupoured and ill-humored You left her with the swine and swill
I am stone and I am blade A sharp eternal instant A darker heart a distant moan Pleasures deep and spectral instinct Look me in the eye Speak it to my
sardonic mood ughh... watch the rich fatty eating raw fish with avid curiosity oh piggy squeals and donkey brays-at a sober party doggy barks and horsey
more tie then never This is the last string to sever On and on yes it goes on and on I could stay wherever, I would last forever Forever just one more
'alani melemele polu 'akala 'oma 'oma 'o Come to the festival of colours celebrate the festival of colours shake your serpent thrashing hair come and
Got to get up, get into life, got to get up, get into life Got to get up and live this life, got to get up and win this life No more looking down, look
Hibiscus head in a flower bed A finger hewn planted and sewn Oh, magic in her hands She could make anything grow Magic in her hands She had green fingers
other lost his hand Ten sticky thumb prints on the door and the sink But nothin' saw nothin' just smell the stink Five hundred mugshots and a hundred to one Four forgotten and
The night is still and the frost it bites my face I wear my silence like a mask and murmur like a ghost Trick or treat, trick or treat, the bitter and