Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes Turn and face the strange

Still don't know what I was waiting for And my time was running wild. A million dead-end streets and Every time I thought I'd got it made It seemed the taste w…

I watch the ripples change their size But never leave the stream Of warm impermanence and So the days float through my eyes But still the days seem the same. A…

I'm having so much fun with the poisonous people Spreading rumours and lies and stories they made up Some make you sing and some make you scream One makes you …

No straight lines make up my life; And all my roads have bends; There's no clear-cut beginnings; And so far no dead-ends.

Change in all things is sweet.

There are men whose idea of life is tactic, who long for its continuation after death only because of their wish for permanence and not perfection; they love t…