For fantasy dancing
Her war wrong and the rest is history.
My family fall not so friendly
Overlook your vain peace.
Under hot love
Quickly swimming with the logical
Too melodic a god in putrid times.
Fade away these Radom blues
On summer morning and summer night when she’s gone from memory, from my side,
Wipe the sweat from my brow, wipe a tear from my eye, find the laughter beyond the sigh
Put the nonsense to one side, consider De Quincey and murder as fine art, delight in darkness dangerous
Cry for more
Life’s a boor
Free the lady, play wild times easy, close my eyes, yar-yar, clap hand, chic, freak out, freak on, free the lady embrace the beast, end it all in a beautiful feast.