: I was never young even as a child I was never young I always felt beguiled No I just never smiled But you you have a glow glow from an innocence I?
: Let?s have bizarre celebrations Let?s forget who forget what forget where We?ll have bizarre celebrations I?ll play the Satyr in Cypris you the bride
: What kind of comedy is this all of the danger you?ve discovered What kind of comedy is this how can you say now you?re frightened You labeled me in
: When I met you I was just a kid hadn?t built up my defenses so I gave my heart completely vaseline over the lenses memories don?t go away I remember
: You?re such a mystery I just want to stand and stare Nibble on your ear and smell the ocean in your hair You know you damage me you leave me tangled
: What?s up directors? Grab your knives! It?s time to take all all of the lives Of the people who cannot see the somnolent genius of Tarkovsky Come
: Oslo in the summertime nobody can fall asleep I?m staring out the window from my bed At 4 a.m. the sun is up look the sky is pepppered with sea birds
: I guess I should have known to stay away From a snuff film by Gene Genet But the cash was good and the director gave me the biggest scene What does
: It?s crazy to think how I was living like prisoner But now I am free not tied to a past I never wanted anyway Life, before I met you, was just a bunch
: Will you let me into your dream? I?m not as cold as I may seem You look so peacefull without a care Are things so much nicer in there? If you let
: Over a sea of grief Scarlet died above her dying mind were fossilfied memory imprints of her favorite day for a minute I stayed watching this brilliant
: The language of the frost lobs dead balloons over ruins today In view of wan wordless crowds that chase waifs to spires with fiery plumes And incite
: The creator of what?s now cliche had some funny words to say ?all you little things are incomplete? why did he speak of us that way? I don?t cry not
: Look in my eyes what do you see? I?m hanging upside down like a chimpanzee When I?m with my friends riding somewhere on a crowded bus There is nothing
: Everyday feels like Sunday baby everyday feels so good Everyday feels like Sunday baby everyday feels so good I?m further and further away from the
: And so begins begins our odyssey And we begin begin our odyssey And so begins begins our odyssey The auria is bleeding and the boyish voice is leaving
What?s up directors? Grab your knives! It?s time to take all all of the lives Of the people who cannot see the somnolent genius of Tarkovsky Come on
Over a sea of grief Scarlet died above her dying mind were fossilfied memory imprints of her favorite day for a minute I stayed watching this brilliant
