The phone, it has been ringing
Ringing off the hook
And the creditors have said
That all of your debts have grown legs
And are running off the books
Correctional facilities
Sure, I'll accept your calls
But the tales have grown tall
And the till isn't at all
And tears are only bread crumbs
For the crooks
And my paycheck, it is bleeding
But it's fight or flight
The exit from debt could be the entrance
Into paradiseWhat are you doing daytimes?
Shooting out your windows, I bet
But the flocks of your dreams
Know that it's hunting season
It's a joke that you'll never get
Because wooden ducks, they do not bleed
And try as you might
The only goose that you'll bite
Is the goose egg you call your wife
When the bars announce it's closing time
And my heart, it is still beating
But it's fight or flight
The exit from loneliness is not necessarily
The entrance into paradise
Into paradiseOf all the men I've known
Who have money
I like you the most
Because every dollar you invent
You're even more hell-bent
On risking life and limb for another toast
When we were falling into puddles
I knew you had it in for me
Scraped my face on the ground
Until blood was down me
From my nose to the hem of my jeans
And my heart, it is still bleeding
But it's fight or flight
The exit from loneliness
Could be the entrance into paradise
Into paradise
Let go
Just let them get ahead of you
and nothing will happen ... let them leave you behindLet go
Just let your mind wander
over houses and roadsides, over planes in the skyYou are so tired
You cannot sit down
You just pace on the floor
with your cigarette smoke angels above youStop all the hoping and waiting
The white light, the hunger and hating
Sit down and be nothing but air in a big, empty room
It's good, good enough to just sit there in peace
And the world can go right on without you
And forget what they want you to be
Someone
took a picture of you as a child
Dressed in blue polyester
holding up an umbrella to the sunWell now
You just need to let go again
Let your insides just float away
You can even forget what you've doneYou are so tired
You cannot sit down
You just pace on the floor
with your cigarette smoke angels above youLet go
and just let me hold you
and I will surround you
with nothing at allLet go
Let go
Let go
and I'm not going back
into rags or in the hole
and our bruises are coming
but we will never fold
and I was your silver lining
as the story goes
I was your silver lining
but now I'm gold
hooray hooray
I'm your silver lining
hooray hooray
but now I'm gold
and I was your silver lining
high up on my toes
we were running through fields of hitch-hikers
as the story goes
hooray hooray
I'm your silver lining
hooray hooray
but now I'm gold
hooray hooray
I'm your silver lining
hooray hooray
but now i'm gold
and the grass it was a ticking
and the sun was on the rise
I never felt so wicked
as when I willed our love to die
and I was your silver lining
as the story goes
I was your silver lining
but now i'm gold
hooray hooray
I'm your silver lining
hooray hooray
but now I'm gold
hooray hooray
I'm your silver lining
hooray hooray
but now I'm gold
but now I'm gold
but now I'm gold
Whose Life is it, Anyway?
'Night, Mother
Leaving Las Vegas
The New Age
Julian Po
Harold and Maude
Groundhog Day
Full Metal Jacket
Shawshank Redemption
Thelma and Louise
Gattaca
The Taking of Pelham 1-2-3
Dr. Strangelove
Vanishing Point
The Crow
My Name is Joe
Dead Poets' Society
The Deer Hunters
The Madwoman of Chaillot
Swing Kids
A Few Good Men
The English Patient
After Darkness
Bad Timing
Brave
Breakfast of Champions
Chattahoochee
The Cruse Oasis
God's Lonely Man
The Odd Job
On Campus
Pact
Pump up the Volume
Zina
The End*I've not seen many of these, but I like their commonalities.
Tomorrow's Pioneers
The Dream Songs
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)