I am the freedom bleeder

cleaner who saves the day,

I get the back one

Important: they'll always stay

Neurosurgeons screaming for more

Innocents raped with napalm fire

Everything i want, i really need

in the midnight sea
Oh, what's becoming of me?

Ride the tiger!
You can see his stripes

but you know he's clean
Oh, don't you see what I mean?

Gotta get away, get away

Holy diver, sole survivor
You're the one who's clean
Holy diver
There's a cat in the blue
Coming after you, holy diver

Living in the pupil

of one thousand eyes

(J. Kane)

"..she had this amazing guitar sound. Lee Ranaldo used to compare her guitar sound to brontosauruses fucking.”

(Bob Bert)

“That’s when you should have started to pray,” she said “What did you do to get sent to the penitentiary that first time?”

“Turn to the right, it was a wall,” The Misfit said, looking up again at the cloudless sky. “Turn to the left, it was a wall. Look up it was a ceiling, look down it was a floor. I forget what I done, lady. I set there and set there, trying to remember what it was I done and I ain’t recalled it to this day. Oncet in a while, I would think it was coming to me, but it never come.”

_{("A Good Man Is Hard to Find" - 1953)}

the days of the year
I know I miss that part of me

The waiting is hard,

fucking takes so long
Draped in sun, hands in sand
Earth acid cleanses me,

cleanses me clean
But the world, it never comes
It never comes

I disconnect the act
I disconnect the dots
I disconnect the me in me

And you're mistaken, it's you that's faking
Living and breathing and dying too
This message is for anyone who dares to hear a fool

You can't bring me back
'Cause I gave it all back to you
Through sacred alleys, the living wrecks
Wreak their havoc upon this world
The disenchanted, the romantics
The body and face and soul of you is gone down that deep black hole

Destroy the mind, destroy the body
But you cannot destroy the heart
And you, you make me so I need to disconnect
And you make it so real
I don't need your love to disconnect

[...] Your favourite game

Your favourite mirror
Your favourite slave

In your room
Where souls disappear
Only you exist here

[...]

In your room
Your burning eyes
Cause flames to arise

_{(Robert Fripp)}

Mirror in the bathroom,

I just can't stop it
Every Saturday you see me

window shopping
Find no interest in the racks and shelves
Just ten thousand reflections of my own sweet Self

Mirror in the bathroom
You're my mirror in the bathroom

Mirror in the bathroom recompense
For all my crimes of self defense
Cures you whisper make no sense
Drift gently into mental illness

Mirror in the bathroom, please talk free
The door is locked, just you and me
Can I take you to a restaurant that's got glass tables?
You can watch yourself while you are eating

Nothing, is gonna roll
And her thing, out of control
And shame, on the underdog
And who's to blame,
About the other day?
It's never ending
And never surrendering

Her end, something new
And nothing, all but you
And the life you want to live
And the life you want to live
It's all right, it's all right, it's all right...

_{(Unida - Coping With the Urban Coyote, 1999)}

You tried to be a hero
Commit the perfect crime
But the dollar got you dancing
And you're running out of time

And you're messin' up the water
And you're rollin' in the wine
And you're poisoning your body
And you're poisoning your mind

And you gave me Coca-Cola
'Cause you said it tasted good
And you watch the television
'Cause it tells you that you should

_{(Supertramp - Breakfast in America - 1979)}