mikeysibson
Sit still until winter sets in, when we'll go out and play, amongst the streets of snow
I'm heading southbound, I think I can hear you, Calling out into the night. I'm looking southbound, I think I can see you; I've never seen such a sight.
I'm tired of lacklustre imagination It's simply defeatist, there's no excuse 'The disadvantaged youth' You can have it all one day
Appearance = adequately dishevelled. Good to go.
We're all just defeatist little pawns Running around at society's splendour Running to catch it when it falls Addicts and institutions, automobiles and airliners Politics, law, culture, news Where does it get us? To a fortune defined by soc…
It's amazing how the setting can change in a moment, extravagant, even From a shaded side-street filled with cosmopolitan types and an atmosphere of cultural appreciation To the bustling high-street of the corporate machine I'm on the righ…
She was an honest girl, didn't lie unless she had to and if you did she would catch you The type who stayed indoors, watching western movies and fielding shows, a shrine upon a blue rose. Live life love cry die slow ready set go go.
Last night I walked out into the street To find some inspiration And came back with a pack of cigarettes I called it a victory for aggravation, and found myself extremely upset Come and sit witness, listen to what I say Translate it into …