In 1984, I was hospitalized for approaching perfection.

I'm gonna shine out in the wild kindness.And hold the world to its word.

Happiness won't leave me alone.Says a bird in his nest.Get a load of this fuckin' view.Its the best in the west. Sometimes a pony.Sometimes a pony.Sometimes a pony gets depressed.

These terms engulf the waking mind.Like cherry, grape and lemon-lime.Like candy corn and licorice.Like bubble-gum and Swedish fish.It happens to me all the time.

You're at home, you're all alone.And nobody's calling on the telephone.

Because the pillow that I dream on.Is the threshold of a kingdom.

I believe that stars are the headlights of angels.Driving from heaven to save us.

As I left to find the place.A mother looked me in the face.And whispered "please sir, not the Farmer's Hotel.".Once where I was headed.She swore I would regret it.What might happen she wouldn't foretell.

Dig if you will.A picture of you, girl.Finding the fiercest way to live.We could ride all day in a one horse open sleigh.And that's exactly what we did.And that's exactly what we did.

Guinnevere orders one more beer.In the smokey pick-up bar.A burnt out tramp by the exit ramp.Waits for one more car, one more car.

She wouldn't change me if she could.I wouldn't change her, she's too good.Sometimes a man just needs a change of pace.I've heard all those come-on lines.But I go home at closing time.I know no one could ever take her place.

I've looked through offices and honky-tonks.For men man enough to be.Mister, Misses Tennessee.Mister, Misses Tennessee.

What if life is just some hard equation.On a chalkboard in a science class for ghosts?.Then you can live again.But you'll have to die twice in the end.In the end.In the end.Oh, yeah.We'll meet again.We'll meet again.

She said, "You don't make enough to provide for me".I said, "What about the stuff that we quote believe?".She said, "I left that on the sands of history.I've found a new man to take care of me.He dresses for success and emergency.And he moves a lot of concrete on the QVC".

When you know how I feel, I feel better.When you're fifteen, you wanna look poor.You do unto others and run like a mother.I don't wanna look poor anymore.No, I don't wanna look poor anymore.

When something breaks, it makes a beautiful sound.

Why can't monsters get along with other monsters?.Soi disantra.Soi disantra.They don't want t'ah.

Middle-aged and deadly, like a cobra in the shade.

so when something passes in the dark.it's captured for a moment inside my work.

I love the city and the city rain.

Aloysius was a bluegrass drummer, he was just a normal kid.Bloomin', trippin', flowin' under, just as I once did.At a 24-hour restaurant, open 'til the end of time.He was washing dishes there when he met Brick Butterfly.