There was talk of love in Tennessee of the beauty of the 70’s
I can see the future in the air
With you sleeping in the morning
And if all our efforts lead to this
And how we barely slipped away
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Why must we lose love to ever know love at all?(we lose it again, we lose it everyday)
Here’s to you, Nicola and Bart
Rest forever here in our hearts
The last and final moment is yours
That agony is your triumph
He said “I don’t like to brag, but we’re kinda proud of that ragged old flag”
Not everything must end
Not every romance must descend
Not every lover’s pact decays
Not every sad mistake replays
I wonder if they ever dreamed, they would get just what we gave them?
She had a hairbrush mic and a fantasy band
She opened up with We Are The Champions
Went into right into Under my Wheels
I was trying to figure out how I feel
I’d write the ending without any sorrow
Step out of your toga and into the fog
You are a prince on the ocean
In the pinch, in the sky, in your eye
When there’s no one left to fight, boys like us don’t shine so bright!
As I travel down the track, all my memories flood back
We were runnin’ at ease from enemies
And rushed back to your momma’s flat
It’s the only place but home I feel relaxed enough to crap
I know it sounds crude, but there’s something in that
The scammers and the skimmers all swim around together and every dealer has a fish tank
There’s a charm, there’s a blade
There’s a lot in the rain
There’s a hope, there’s a chain
There’s a lot in the rain
We’re the people that we wanted to know and we’re the places that we wanted to go
I call for the captain sayin’, “I gotta go home!”
I call for the captain sayin’, “I wanna go home”
Them good days are gone
she’s upset because they keep changing the taste of coke(they did it again)
Tell my mother I’m going home, I have been destroyed by hippie powers
So why see the world, when you got the beach?
Sometimes they were comedic— or relentlessly horrifying
They were the foes of society, whether fighting the local sheriff, or a secret agent
Frequently they mirrored our times: the gangster villains which rival real newspaper headlines of the present day
Collectively, they are the components which have fueled nightmares for decades to come
The villains
