"Roads?

...where we're going we don't need roads"


Go on and wring my neck
Like when a rag gets wet
A little discipline
For my pet genius
My head is like lettuce
Go on dig your thumbs in
I cannot stop giving in
I'm thirty-something

Sense of security
Like pockets jingling
Midlife crisis
Suck ingenuity
Down through the family tree

You're perfect, yes, it's true
But without me you're only you (you're only you)
Your menstruating heart
It ain't big enough for two

It's a midlife crisis.. It's a midlife crisis..

What an inheritance
The salt and the dockry
Morbid self attention
Bending my pinky back
A little discipline
A donor by habit
A little discipline
Rent an opinion

Sense of security
Holding blunt instrument
Midlife Crisis
I'm a perfectionist
And perfect is a skinned knee

You're perfect, yes, it's true
But without me you're only you (you're only you)
Your menstruating heart
It ain't big enough for two

ya ya ya ya

It's a midlife crisis...
It's a midlife crisis...

You're perfect, yes, it's true
But without me you're only you (you're only you)
Your menstruating heart
It ain't big enough for two
(repeat and fade)

--midlife crisis~faith no more

ersatz

the r.a.w. and the cooked

pitfalls and pratfalls as you negotiate the
chapel perilous

many are called...





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Brion Gysin on his dream machine

or?

the beatniks

online dream dream machine

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