the satanic verses - mahound

Question: What is the opposite of faith?
Not disbelief. Too final, certain, closed. Itself a kind of belief.
Doubt.

of the mountains

been round this road so many times
feel like its skin is part of mine
this taste of milk is almost gone
still got my shame but not for long
been wrong so many times before
but never quite like this
heard it all, in the rain, but the rain all turned to mist

the adversary

you try to fly, but you cannot fly
you try to hide, but i'm by your side
you run from me, run from me, run from me
i am the adversary
i am the adversary
i am the adversary
i am your foe
i go where you go

condescend

to a point
you will fail,
so i'll condescend.

without doubt
you will fail,
then i'll condescend.

black keyboard

be free
laugh at your son
a child is nothing without hate
be certain he feels
his love is trash

silver rider

the march is over
the great destroyer
she passes through you like a knife

alright

so don't think of this as sacrifice
cause it's, it's something much less dignified
but you'll be alright

bridges and balloons

we sailed away on a winter's day
with fate as malleable as clay;
but ships are fallible, i say,
and the nautical, like all things, fades

i'm through with love

for i must have you or no one
and so i'm through with love

wham city

i hope in my heart that we on a whole
will die and the earth be left alone
just beast and bee and fish and tree
this hope i wish will someday be
that bacteria will have ate our remains
that all knowledge of us has decayed
our burden raised the world set free
the earth returns to land and sea
our buildings burned and highways gone
i love my friends and everyone
but we've had our chance let's move aside
let time wash us out with the tide

don't stop me now

i'm having such a good time
i'm having a ball

everything goes to hell

i don't believe you go to heaven when you're good
everything goes to hell, anyway...

pot head

you wanted to be somebody
but you ain’t nobody
you ain’t got no body
you’re just a head
you’re just a pothead

tango till they're sore

so send me off to bed forever more

old panda days

i've been searching this town
and all I have found
are nights of bad sex
with stupid boyfriends i shouldn't have kept
in a stupid flat i never swept

the great gatsby - chapter IV

He was balancing himself on the dashboard of his car with that resourcefulness of movement that is so peculiarly American - that comes, I suppose, with the absence of lifting work in youth and, even more, with the formless grace of our nervous, sporadic games.

leif erikson

but if your life is such a big joke why should i care?