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I am someone.

I am no one.

I am everyone.

I am the pain.

I am the truth.

I am love.

I am life.

I am me.

I am you.

And almost my life by the end.

The flames dance in my heart And I hum

in the dark And the shadow leaves

fall As I stumble and crawl

I thought you were there on the rooftop The sun went

in your hair

Your prison don't show on the outside, it is you.

Busted life, pathway narrow or wide.

Hip to fly or to hide, there is life.

Dark and vague, burned in hate to the outside.

Haunted there's love.

In your shadow world, crouch down and tremble.

Like a beast bound to fight.

Some soft pulses of anti -electric beat.

Heart sore, I lie dying beneath the thoughts of my own life.

I find myself hating, not trusting.

Never finding my true love.

Always far away. from my life, from the truth.

I am lonely, with a loneliness that smells.

I am no one.

I am someone.

All life is composed of nothing.

All that matters is the matter that is the limbs, the signs of my stardom.

Millions worship me, Santa Buddha, the Buddha of somewhere.

Somewhere, I remember.

You.

You, loves angel, love me.

I can feel it.

I can see.

I remember.

So long ago.

Everything has changed.

Nothing remains.

But yet...

It is still you, you I remember.

So long ago, in another spring, another world,

another time.

And those who take.

I take.

I've wanted.

I've always wanted to have love.

But I take all I can.

Experience every pleasure I want.

I take feelings and emotions and let them thrill me.

Run through and take me.

Oh, take me.

Take me.

Let me soar so far away with you, my dreams, my heart.

Let me feel you close.

Lie softly, gently by me.

Be my dove of spring, the harbinger of life,

my own song, my creation.

my truth, my giving, my taking.

Soaring birds, high in the skies, dip your

wings gently, softly down to me.

Fill my soul with your freedom, your soaring,

Untouched life.

Your touch.

Your touch so close.

So close.

It is the intimacy of your skin caressing mine.

I am yours.

I will always be.

Take me as I am now.

As one who does at your command.

Anything, darling.

Anything.

I am yours to use.

Yours to have.

Take me, love's angel.

Take me.

Love and pain.

Pain so intense.

Always throbbing hard through my veins.

Somewhere it must end.

It must.

You are dead.

Death has seeped through me.

I am one with it.

I am death.

My first album.

A celebration.

My first accomplishment.

An indication that a once uptight street chick singing for pennies has turned

into a star.

A super worker.

A singer of bongs.

A singer of love, pain, truth, injustice, feeling.

I sang of love.

But in life my ways were far away.

Far,

far away. away from the truth.

Get up again.

Can't you stand on the coffee table?

Yeah.

I'll sit on it. Yes.

Not cool.

I'm actually.

No, it's not. Action.

We're because of it.

Is that a tambourine?

The filtered joints.

Thank you.

I hear they all stink.

On my nose.

You're about to blow out.

You're absolutely delirious. Come

down and start kissing everyone.

Kiss the old man first.

Kiss all the chicks.

You kiss all the kids.

And you come down and you kiss Louis.

All right.

Okay.

Hi, Randy.

Hi, Randy.

What's up?

They broke out the wine.

Yeah, you got the wine?

I got the wine. I got the wine on me.

I am sickness.

I'm sick.

Killing oneself usually ends up like this.

Why did you die?

Why did you die?

Not important wondering why.

Why is a crooked letter.

The pain will stop.

Soon it will, I know.

The doctors said I had a nervous breakdown.

I can't work anymore.

I can't work anymore anyway.

Anymore.

I fixed it.

I ruined everything.

And all I have left is the memory.

Or maybe the imagination.

Just imagine that things are really okay.

We've worked out everything, and everything is okay.

nothing has changed all is the same the hurt

and the pain

but not all is pain not all is hurt there

is pleasure really pleasure

feeling another again

and again and again

slowly

Slowly. Again.

And then again, love's angel.

Love's temperate call.

What do you say?

Look into my eyes. See yourself

reflected and look into my

eyes and see the unexpected.

You come to help me.

People lying in separate corners Staring at the butt of

a wish People erecting signals

Becoming more paranoid -ish

You say you are really, really

free

to disagree look into

my eyes see yours and see

the unexpected you come through

Was it time when I knew What was gray and

what was blue What was false, what was true

And I knew that I loved you Now flames dance

in my heart And I hum in the

dark And the shadows

And grow.

I thought you were there on the rooftops. The sun and wind in your hair.

Your prison don't show on the outside. It is you.

Lost in sight.

Pathway narrow or wide.

If to fly or to hide. There is I.

Dark.

Conscience dares not give warning or chase.

In your shadow world, crouch down and tremble.

Like a beast bound inside, your terrors

confide. Searing pain burning deeply inside.

Turn your eyes.

Who'd look about you, the screaming, the fury, the groan, to rhythm and thunder

and lightning? See it move, see it rise, see it crawling then

climb, see it creeping and clinging inside.

See the earth and the sky spread like wings now,

but to whom?

And for what and for why There is freedom

for all who take it Look around,

look inside The light's broken the tide Out of no...

You say you're completely harmless You would not

hurt a fly You say you love your fellow

man for his freedom you would die

Happiness could have been yesterday

If you really, really believed in what you say.

Look into my eyes. See yourself

reflected and look into my

eyes. And see the unexpected

you.

Love making tickle.

Is there anywhere to go?

Is there anything to do?

Is there any way to ease and warm the cold?

To get off.

To get off on that super high.

That cosmic, mind -blowing, traveling, trippy trip.

Sickness sets in like a foggy, damp cellar, foul and dark.

Oh, pureness, my purity, my little soul yearning to be free and

glide so slowly through the leaves to feel your earth around me, purity.

Purity, you are me, purity.

What purity?

The only purity is my fame and name, and that smells rotten and lies foul in my

heart.

You bastard!

You overgrown saphead! Do you realize who I am? And you!

You worm!

The nerve, the gall, the audacity that you possess.

You super -silliest asshole phony! How dare you even think you could treat me

this way?

There are plenty of guys in this town.

Better looking, rich, pawing, crawling after me, pretty.

And here I sit with you talking all this lowlife crap.

For what? For what?

Nothing, you bastard.

For nothing.

You and that guitar.

Pick, pick.

Pick a, pick a, picky.

Notice that I don't play guitars around the house.

That's because I'm good.

I'm the star.

Not a picky pricky like you.

Where's your album?

Smart boy.

Go ahead and ignore me. I got you.

Knock, knock, knock, knock.

Well, come on in, dead ball.

Shit.

Thank you.

Oh, don't worry about guitar mouth. He can't see anything but his mustache.

It's almost the 4th of July and I haven't had my shots yet.

Give me a kiss, sweet nuts.

He can't see a thing. Not a thing.

Not a goddamn thing.

Oh.

It wasn't just me, I know.

He cheated too.

um

Thank you.

Thank you.

Amen.

I'll remember you a long time, dumb stick.

I'll

remember

you a long, long time.

Remember.

A long, long, long, long, long,

long night.

Never, never, never, never, never.

Never.

Never. Never.

Never.

Never.

Never.

I was. I am.

I don't know.

A star.

I need people around me who create so badly.

So badly.

Even if it's with your last breath you should take it.

It is worth the taking it.

Can I feel my heat rising from the center core of the passion that is my

Somewhere, I know I'll find it. I must.

I must.

Oh, dear Lord, I must.

Kid, you're a big star.

Why so sad?

All you have to do is sing and play.

Hey, why not dinner at my place? We'll talk about a new album.

Have a few drinks?

Listen, I've got a boat in Monterey you'd just love.

Lots of records.

You'd love it.

Come on, kid, say something.

Business got you down?

Come on, cheer up.

I don't dig old men, sweetheart.

Limp pricks.

Come on, honey.

Money's all yours.

Come and get it.

Here's something valuable to you.

I'm a bitch.

Look, big boy, you want?

Kiss mama's boot.

Kiss mama's boot.

And then you can have anything you want, baby boy.

Anything.

Just get down and lick it, boy.

Now, kiss her.

Love you.

I love you. I love you. I love you

We thought we could do or be anything, even dead.

The right to have anything.

Anything we want.

Even death.

We play the fates song.

We gamble with shades.

We are lost.

Thank you.

Somewhere,

somewhere near is God.

I know he is, she is, somewhere.

Anywhere, close by, far away.

I know I am not insane.

I know.

I know that.

I know I will not die.

I will not die.

Alone in a dismal land, I recount my fears.

Let me destroy my soul.

Destroy my wrong.

Let there be an end.

An end to love.

An end to peace.

An end to life. The finish of warm giving. Of truth.

My love died at my request.

I am my hell.

I die the living death, deprived of my songs, my career, my soul love, goodbye,

to lie screaming mad in a mad word in a mad world.

The doctor says I will be better soon.

I am better.

Oh, the shame.

The shame.

in what you say.

To my eyes see yourself

reflected and look into my

eyes and see the unexpected.

The beauty.

People lying in separate corners staring at the

butt of a witch.

People erecting signals becoming more

paranoid -ish.

You say you are really, really free

and you would fight.

For my right to disagree

Look into my

eyes See yourself reflected And look

into my eyes And see

the unexpected You come to help me

I will leave this house.

I will leave something and keep something to put away.

A flower.

Blooming, vibrant life.

Unwithered. Life.

Everybody ready?