And then, and then
And so, and life
And see, and look
I
I could be hereI could be in a saladI could
I woke up this morning with a bad hangover
And my
Ed was at the end of his rope, an expression
Hey hey, look at me
Hey hey, I'm Phillip glass
Hey, look
It's so beautiful here
The swallows are swinging and swaying
Sweetly tweeting
No, I never was in Vietnam
I never once dove into
I want to be different, like everybody else I want
This ones called Martin Scorsese
He makes the best fuckin' films
He
Bassinets, clarinets, proletarian chariots
Polyunsaturated cinemaplexi-glass cat
Holy, holy, holy, holy
All is holy in the sink
In the
Take me home, take me home
Take me home and throw
And so the very evil children
Took the dog out to
Clinging to the end of time
Crawling stairs, climbing floors
Pretend it's
