Tom Verlaine The O of Adore歌词

You're the only one I adore So many go to bended knees for you Could it be alas for me and woe? You I admire you so Long and lonely years Long and lonely years Long and lonely years Down on the farm I can hear the harps across the river As you pass y

You're a graduate of the Reemco School of Numbness And you walk in here with your fifteen degrees Telling everyone you knew they must be some kind of puppet And how the big mirage - it is your specialty I gotta keep about a mile from you I gotta keep

Cliff-hanging time Fingers and stone. Holding and holding And it hurts to the bone. It comes on the dark These ridiculous dreams I'm coming apart Apart at the seams I'm coming apart I don't know what it means I choke on my voice It ain't the right wo

I saw you coming in the headlights Rubbing your arms and shaking your head You say "Oh I just don't know, it's not so safe And it gets so tiresome playing dead" They've stolen your keys, they lifted your watch. But you know too well, all too wel

Dried-up corn All around your well Fences breaking down One big mill So still Don't it look just like a crown Mary Marie Can't they see they can't run your ship aground Mary Marie Can't they see they can't borrow what you found Empty boxes Piled up o

Mr. Blur - Tom Verlaine I see you impersonate A fire on the walkout It's a wonderful performance Really it is How you remind me... It's the pattern on your blouse It's really so funny It gets me so aroused Very very cordially yours (say, what you in

all afternoon-gazing at the moon- well, I'm forgetting things before I think them. the stars are out-they're writing on my brow your names your qualities I could drink them Deep Deep Pulsation Deep Deep Penetration You say "ok please get me what I ne

(Verlaine) I've been given a fortune a fortune in lies so spoke Laura as she closed her eyes One by one the lights are going out Names are forgotten There's darkness in the house So Laura came to the water without a word on her breath so Laura came t

oh, sure... i remember rosie... who could forget... she was working for sammy the fool wasn't she... some kind of counterfeit business down in Tucson... I think so... say who's the paintjob in the pink silk sack... she sure is looking well informed..