Perfect Night has that magic and it has the raw energy that grabs you by the throat.
I would like to live to a ripe old age and raise watermelons in Wyoming.
I shot a vein in my neck and coughed up a quaalude.
How could you even dream or think something of someone who is as uncommercial as I am?
All the people have gone to war leaving no interrogator to mind.
And no kinds of love are better than others