Good Mighty Christ Hall & Oates rocked.
Caught between the shining star and the dreams that never came true. Among the heroin monkees and the folks that time forgot. Tired of the race that I never even started. Blue-eyed soul shaking the speakers. John kills Paul ev'rytime. Tire tread measuring the distance to the start, blind backwards somewhere near the future. Theo knows the rules to this madness that makes men better than me break down and cry. "I can't go for that", indeed. Better to be safe than Sorry, Somehow. Makes sense to the senses. Borrowed crooked lines that move to the swing of the bat that will never know the pain of the legion of ayre. The Legion Of Denial. The Legion Of One. A Gang of None. Broken, not broke. An orange vase that carries the dreams of the sleepless. That borrows from the rested.
"Say No Go".
Paper this twice, bleed the forgone. Table the news, bring on the night. Time will reveal the end. Makes the night two times the one. Twice the long. Never the end that meets. Please? Sure. Can this trouble the saint? Can this mean the end? Family Bible. Moo-Cow. Kind of brings it home. Like of like '84. Kinda like home. Kinda of like the one I love.
"Until I'm proven wrong...."
Drinkin' my brothers alcohol. Just like before. The one that moves the rest. The rock that beats them all. The one that heads the call. The one that removes the mask. "1,3,2." It gets the best of you. This light brings it all together. Brings it all back home. Brings it to the front. Kills the disease. Brings me to my knees. Notes and observations while researching the book.
"Watch out boy, she'll chew you up."