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Ain't That Nothin' - Television

"(Verlaine) You're pushin' a furnace You're workin' too hard You're setting things off - all over the yard You play with your 'top' - till your eyes start to spin Then you shrug your shoulders and ask"

Knockin' On Heaven's Door - Television

"(Bob Dylan) Mama, take this badge off of me I can't use it anymore. It's gettin' dark, too dark for me to see I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door. Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Knock,"

Little Johnny Jewel - Television

"(Verlaine) Now Little Johnny Jewel, Oh, he's so cool, He has no decision, He's just trying to tell a vision. Some thought that this was sad, And others thought it mad, They just scratching the surface, JJ"

Friction - Television

"(Verlaine) I knew it musta been some big set-up. All the Action just would not let up. It's just a little bit back from the main road where the silence spreads and the men dig holes. I start to spin the"

Marquee Moon - Television

"(Verlaine) I remember how the darkness doubled I recall lightning struck itself. I was listening listening to the rain I was hearing hearing something else. Life in the hive puckered up my night, the"

Glory - Television

"(Verlaine) I was out stumbling in the rain staring at your lips so red You said, "'Blah, blah, blah" you got a pillow stuck in your head" How could I argue with a mirror She looked at me. Yes, I hear"

Days - Television

"(Lloyd & Verlaine) Up on the high, high hills - with my floating friend - Watchin' all the silver - no one can ever spend I feel the touch of her hand and all it will erase; These footprints I followed"

Careful - Television

"(Verlaine) I jump outa bed and pull down the shade I used to have such sweet dreams - now it's more like an air raid. I see the opposition clear - I see them stare I don't care - it doesn't matter to"

Carried Away - Television

"(Verlaine) Last night I drifted down to the docks The water... glittering and black. The snow fell lightly and disappeared. I felt the old ropes grow slack. I thought I'd dissolve when the beacon revolved. I"

The Fire - Television

"(Verlaine) Storms all that summer we lived in the wind, out in some room in the wind, Your hands they were folded. You knew no demands. My tongue, it clattered like tin, My eyes repeat. They take my seat. Your"

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