What I need is a new drug. One that won’t hurt my head, make my mouth too dry or make my eyes too red. Also, one that won’t make me nervous wondering what to do. In fact, what I want is one that makes me feel like I feel when I’m with you, when I’m alone with you.
And I don’t want to have to go to Canada to get it cheap.
Aggravated - spare for day, I troll downtown to the red light place. Jump up bubble up - what’s in store: Love is the drug and I need to score.
Love is blindness, I don’t wanna see, won’t you wrap the night around me? Squeeze the handle, blow out the candle…blindness…
When the darkness takes you, with her hand across your face, don’t give in too quickly - find the thing she’s erased
When the night has come, and the land is dark, and the moon is the only light we’ll see. No I won’t…be afraid, no I won’t be afraid…just as long as you stand, stand by me. So darlin’, darlin’, stand…by me…oh, stand…by me…oh, stand now, stand by me…stand by me!
Stand in the place where you live; now face north. Think about direction, wonder why you haven’t before.
Don’t stand, don’t stand, don’t stand so close to me.
Why do birds suddenly appear everytime you are near?
Just like me, they long to be close to you.
That line always made me think of “The Birds”. shudder
The Byrds? Funny, I see them eight miles high. And when you come down, you’re finding that it’s stranger than known.
Starting to feel like a …Fool in the rain.
What a fool believes, he sees. The wise man has the power to reason away what seems to be.
I guess I’m just a sentemental fool, come see, trying hard to re-create what has yet to be created.
What kind of fool am I who never fell in love? It seems that I’m the only one that I’ve been thinking of. What kind of man is this? An empty cell, a lonely cell in which an empty heart must dwell. What kind of clown am I? What do I know of life? Why can’t I cast away the mask of clay and live my life? Why can’t I fall in love 'til I don’t give a damn?! And maybe then I’ll know what kind of fool I am!!!
Don’t feel bad. Everybody plays the fool, sometimes. There’s no exception to the rule. I ain’t lying. It may be factual, it may be cruel, but everybody plays the fool.
Maybe someone should send in the clowns.
Can anybody find me somebody to love? Why do fools fall in love?
I don’t know about fools falling in love, but I do know a little bit about the fool on the hill. He sees the sun going down. And the eyes? You know, the ones in his head? They see the world spinning round. Oh, yes, indeed, they do!
Well, OK, but tell the fool not to let that sun he sees go down on him.
Because whenever I let that happen, although I search myself, it’s always someone else I see. Always.
Regards,
Shodan
I wonder if …you’re lonesome tonight… You know someone said that the world’s a stage and each must play a part. Fate had me playing in love you as my sweet heart.
Act one was when we met, I loved you at first glance - You read your line so cleverly and never missed a cue…then came act two. You seemed to change and you acted strange, and why I’ll never know.
Honey, you lied when you said you loved me, and I had no cause to doubt you.
But I’d rather go on hearing your lies than go on living without you. Now the stage is bare and I’m standing there with emptiness all around…And if you won’t come back to me then they can bring the curtain down.
Thangyew, thangyew verra much…
Ah, yes. Making my entrance again (with my usual flair), sure of my lines. . .but now one is there!