Summer bled of Eden
Easter's heir uncrowns
Another destiny lies leeched
Upon the ground

Everybody needs someone to live by
Everybody needs someone
Everybody needs someone to live by
Rage on omnipotent

A gilded wreath of reason
The flower crushed conceives
A child of fragrance so much clearer
In legacy

Everybody needs someone to live by
Everybody needs someone to live by
Everybody needs someone to live by
Rage on omnipotent

Crouched and cold on a slate grey day in the Southern world
Self obsessed on a crumbling couch for hours
Quite alone as is usual for the things we are
Quite unable to go beyond what’s ours
And it seems like nothing can penetrate through the outer skin
And it feels like nothing on earth has ever got in
Locked for life with a friend I’ve known for a thousand years
Known like no-one I’ve ever known before
We’re as close as two coats of paint on a wind-swept wall
But I’ll never know what sits at the other’s call
And it seems like nothing can penetrate through the outer skin
And it feels like nothing on earth has ever got in

It's a wild chance
You take a passion stance
Everything is touch and go
Everything is MAGICO
Who you tease
You wanna please
Who you please
You'd follow
What do you do with the urge
Going for broke
Going for bravado
When you go go for all you know
EVERYTHING is touch and go
Everything is MAGICO
What do you do with the urge
You wanna set your hunter's sights
You wanna hit the stars tonight
You wanna use your magic rights
You wanna hit the stars tonight
GO WITH THE URGE

And you fly in the face of the sun
And you float in the tides of the moon

The paths that run from your dark
Climb through the trees
Wind like a snake
The kind you can't escape
The kind you can't conceive
The kind you can't believe
With prickly little thorns
Sharp tiny teeth
They are hungry for the threads
Hanging from your sleeve
Waiting on a path
The kind you can't conceive
But wish you could take
Wish you could leave
I wish you could see
It leads you to me

Blood feud crude weapon water drawn wood hewed
No new news sky bruised sour amuse bouche
Dour delta blues blunt-stained tooth

16:15 my favorite line ever. I dunno what it is though

I got bone-blade stick with termite holes
That I could swing at a skull when I'm feeling quite bold
I got a flea market bike without any brakes
With my boot heels getting all the concrete scrapes
Cruising over a bridge with the sunset gold
I've been pedaling for miles, feel 1000 years old
Got a roll of cash in the side of my sock
Sipping Colt 45 in the lot, kicking rocks
I got the low rent solitary cool like a fool in the summertime
My death wish mind and my brown dog eyes see the wavering lines

Terminal, what disease
Told me too late
What's this cough and wheeze?
Fatal, you're ****tin' me
A second opinion
Is what I need

Laughin' in a windstorm
Blowin' all the cornstalks down
Cryin' in a funeral home
Forward my mail, six feet underground

Out here in the fields
I fight for my meals
I get my back into my living
I don't need to fight
To prove I'm right
I don't need to be forgiven

Don't cry
Don't raise your eye
It's only teenage wasteland

Sally, take my hand
Travel south crossland
Put out the fire
Don't look past my shoulder
The exodus is here
The happy ones are near
Let's get together
Before we get much older

Teenage wasteland
It's only teenage wasteland
Teenage wasteland
Oh, oh
Teenage wasteland

They're all wasted!

(Townsend's response to his experience at Woodstock)

In the scullery of the cub-hut my clarinet falls
Into a sack of flour - a flurry of pins
Squashed into the leather handle
A crescent moon of sleeping fig-wasps
Drizzling my fingers with The Magic Sponge
Dad says 'we'll probably have to chop them off'
He collapses like a canvas tent on the floodlit astroturf
Rent by a fibula guide-rod poking a hole through his shin
There are teardrops in his moustache
Charging a flute of champagne
Down the aisle and out for a throw-in
A St. John's ambulance careers between the sugary pillars of the wedding cake