"Caravan is lost In the sun and the dust No-one loves you When you are lost Yeah I've been a clown Trying to pull my whole world down I thought I was strong But you are the one And when it comes, you'll feel the weight of it The weight of it And the day and you'll get away from it, Away from it"

"Y'know yer get down now, and yer look at the wall And what does the wall say to yer? I ain't a mirror, f#$k off! It's true though innit? Think about it Don't stall man I got 'ouses ter build"

"And then you move move move move, and you push push push push, and you trip over yourself and you think to yourself, why am I here? I'm here because I got no fucking choice!"

"Tender is the day, the demons go away"

"In this town cellular phones are hot with teens, and in this town we all go to terminal pubs, it helps us sweat out those angry bits of life, from this town the English army grinds its teeth into glass"

"And when she lets me slip away She turns me on all my violence is gone"

"It really, really, really could happen Yes, it really, really, really could happen When the days they seem to fall through you, well just let them go"

"He thinks his educated airs those family shares Will protect him, that you will respect him He moves in circles of friends who just pretend that they like him He does the same to them and when you put it all together There's the model of a charmless man"

"This is a low, but it won't hurt you when you're alone it will be there with you finding ways to stay so low"

"So give me coffee and TV, history I've seen so much I'm going blind and I'm brain-dead virtually sociability, is hard enough for me take me away from this big bad world and agree to marry me we can start over again"

"Bank holiday comes six times a year, days of enjoyment to which everybody cheers! Bank holiday comes (with) a six pack of beer then it's back to work A. G. AIN"

"Confidence is a preference for the 'abitual voyeur of wha' is known as (Parklife!)"

"End of a century, ooohhhh, it's nothing special"

"Girls Who Are Boys Who Like Boys To Be Girls Who Do Boys Like They're Girls Who Do Girls Like They're Boys Always Should Be Someone You Really Love"

"I ain't got nothing to be scared of"

"And you've been so busy lately That you haven't found the time To open up your mind And watch the world spinning gently out of time."

"Brothers and sisters Rebuild your lives We're all drug takers Give us something tonight"

"Waiting, I got no town to hide in The country's got a hold of my soul TV's dead and there ain't no war in my head And you seem very beautiful to me"

"Wish I could remember why it mattered to me. It doesn't matter to me. It doesn't matter to me anymore."

"Feel a brand-new storm surround your form tonight..."

"Now, with all these cameras focused on my face, You'd think they could see it through my skin. They're looking for evil, thinking they can trace it, But evil don't look like anything."

"The house in the valley is open this week. Imagine the sea looking in at the slowly moving sheets. Honestly."

"There is no escaping the thing that is making its home in your radio."

"I live in a building where nobody knows me, I go to bed early, I sleep in my clothes. At night I hear screaming down in the street, I dream that I'm slipping, I reach for my feet."

"Lauren Gurgiolo"

"Scott Brackett"

"Patrick Pestorius"

"Travis Nelsen"

"Will Sheff"

"Justin Sherburn"

"I've got my ear against the screen, I feel your feelings crackling through every single inch of me; I'm going to make you mean it. With every single cell of me, I'm going to make you mean the words you sigh."

"So take this thin, broken-down circus-clown reject and give her the name of a queen. Don't I know her from the mezzanine? Well, she didn't look like no princess to me."

"All of the stage names evaporate, and it's just a blood-flushed and heart-rushing race; either to kick off too soon or stick round too late, to be far too dear or too cut-rate."

"So hoist up the John B. sail. See how the main sail sets. I'm full in my heart and my head and I want to go home, with a book in each hand, in the way I had planned. I feel so broke up, I want to go home."

"By the second verse, dear friends, my head will burst and my life will end, so I'd like to start this one off by saying "live! and love!""

"Bless this tiny alley; we have fallen, from tall buildings we have fallen through the air into a garden sweetly smelling of the softest sleeping flowers (now they sit under the sidewalk, now they're waiting for the shining of some future sun to show us all that brings you beauty and all that gives you pleasure); I could sigh into your hide and say "I hope I'm here forever, but black sheep boy - with your lovers, with your list of favorite pillows, with your list of missing children, with the walls where you drew windows overlooking hidden gardens cut apart by jagged mountains (climbing up into the air and crumbling down into a fountain where the water waits forever, like a quiet, distant treasure) - when you rise up to recover, when you leave this tiny alley, when you meet me in the garden with your horns all hung with cedar, every spirit brushing past me brushing past them in the ether screams 'all this is window dressing, all you are is flimsy curtains - watch, you flame up with a word from us and don't know that you're burning.""

"Kids get lost, lambs out wandering. Bigger, blacker things go following them into a patch of forest somebody once planted for this song. (It's not over. Phones are still ringing. Eyes are still rolling, eyes are still clinging. Something in the air starts singing...Radios switched on and buzzing. Something in the wind starts humming. Something in the field starts hunting...) Kids grow up and kids go numb. And, kids, it's coming. Kids, it's going to come."

"But the best thing for you would be queen, so be queen; you're all that I need. Though I know that it never can be, I'd be pleased to post your decrees, to fall at your knees; to name all your streets and to sit down and weep when you're carried back through them and set down to sleep, and to lie by your side for sublime centuries, 'till we crumble to dust when we're crushed by a single sunbeam."

"So come back and we'll take them all on. So come back to your life on the lam. So come back to your old black sheep man. He says, "I am waiting on hoof and on hand. I am waiting, all hated and damned. I am waiting - I snort and I stamp. I am waiting, you know that I am, calmly waiting to make you my lamb.""

"A black sheep boy dissolves in hot cream, in sweet moans, in each dead bed and empty home, in each seething bacterium. Killing softly and serial, he lifts his head, handsome, horned, magisterial. He's the smell of the moonlight wisteria. He’s the thrill of the abecedarian. (See the muddy hoofprints where he carried you?) And there’s plenty of ways to claim his crimes tonight, and there's plenty of things to do on his dime. And there's plenty of ways to wear his hide tonight. You've got yours and I've got mine. So why did you flee? Don't you know you can’t leave his control, only call all his wild works your own?"

"There's nothing quite like the blinding light when that curtain's cast aside."

"Some nights I thirst for real blood, for real knives, for real cries. And then the flash of steel from real guns in real life really fills my mind."

"I put my lips to your face, trying to push his kiss out of its place"

"Hot breath, rough skin, warm laughs, and smiling. The loveliest words whispered and meant, you like all these things."

"And I think I believe that, if stones could dream, they'd dream of being laid side-by-side, piece-by-piece, and turned into a castle for some towering queen they're unable to know. And when that queen's daughter came of age, I think she'd be lovely and stubborn and brave, and suitors would journey from kingdoms away to make themselves known. And I think that I know the bitter dismay of a lover who brought fresh bouquets every day when she turned him away to remember some knave who once gave just one rose, one day, years ago."

"Look, though, I don't know what notes you want to hear played, I can't think what lines you'd like me to sing or say, and I'm not sure what subjects you want mentioned. So pause and add your own intentions."

"But if I could tear his throat, and spill his blood between my jaws, and erase his name out for good, don't you know that I would? Don't you realize that I wouldn’t pause, that I would cut him down with my claws if I could have somehow never let that happen? Or I'd call, some black midnight, fuck up his new life where they don't know what he did, tell his brand-new wife and his second kid."