The crystal ship - by The Doors

Before you slip into unconsciousness
I'd like to have another kiss
Another flashing chance at bliss
Another kiss, another kiss

The days are bright and filled with pain
Enclose me in your gentle rain
The time you ran was too insane
We'll meet again, we'll meet again

Oh tell me where your freedom lies
The streets are fields that never die
Deliver me from reasons why
You'd rather cry, I'd rather fly

The crystal ship is being filled
A thousand girls, a thousand thrills
A million ways to spend your time
When we get back, I'll drop a line

Beer (part) - by Bukowski

Well there's beer
Sacks and sacks of empty beer bottles
And when you pick one up
The bottle fall through the wet bottom
Of the paper sack
Rolling
Clanking
Spilling grey wet ash
And stale beer
Or the sacks fall over at 4 a.m.
In the morning
Making the only sound in your life

She's a calculator of perception

She's a calculator of perception
Some simple equations and she's right there

I wonder if she knows, it might not be deception?
Does she know, whether to lock the doors
Or open up the reception?

She's a calculator of perception
Some simple equations and she's right there

I'd better run, change of scene
Fear of being equal
Better off with prediction

She's a calculator of perception
I'm afraid she knows, it might not be deception..

Lay down

Nothing known
No direction to go

So what is there to know
When there is nothing to do?

What is there to be
When there is nothing to become?

What is there to say
When words are only astray?

Lay down closing mouth
Lay down closing eyes
Lay down leaving thoughts

Lay down..

Make it red

Emotions are stuck in-between
Where they can't be felt
Between opposite exits

Don't have to stay
Just can't leave.. (yet?)

Must wait in this sacred place of protection
Sheltered from deeply loved monsters

Only left with smell, vision and touch
Registering activity with absent appreciation

Waiting..
For the famous alchemist to stroll by

Waiting..
In the usual grey

Nothing we trust

Are we evolving?
Altering universe?

Are we a morphing monster?
A dying star?

Could it be a maggot coming out of it's cocoon?

Nothing we know
Nothing we trust