Who Needs Love When You've Got Regrets?

I've done everything I could. But it's no use. I'd sail the seven seas but what's the point? It wouldn't make you think any differently of me. I know it's over but it doesn't stop me wishing you were mine. I know it's over but it doesn't stop me wishing I was yours.

I was a fool to believe anything could happen and everything would be fine. It's amazing how naive I can still be. It's almost romantic looking after the one that got away. If only we could understand what's happened then I'd really take it all into account. I still wish I could kiss you, just like any teenaged love crazed fool would.

What use are these sentiments anyway? Who could have believed a single word, written or spoken. The promises are broken and everything's become a cheap token that we yearned for affection. A subtle devotion to the art of self destruction. I keep the memories locked inside a box. Don't burn the papers, even if it was a cheap token it meant so much to me that you kept them as presents. Who needs love when you've got regrets?

In The Forest

It's strange how I talk of everything when I'm never really there. I used to lose myself in the forest but it's never there anymore. All that kept me together were the wind, the trees swaying above me and the cars streaming by. I could lay out on the grass or whack two sticks of wood off a tree. Make a tribal primal call in my own mind. But nobody would listen. Nobody ever does.

It's all strewn with beer cans, beer bottles, vodka and Red Bull. You never see it clean in this place. Across the way you might find a torched car if you're lucky. The scorched land ruined by lunacy. But I don't mind. I'd just like to see who had the insurance. If I could I would always return but they seem to be cutting down what I fell in love with.

I used to lose myself in the forest but it's never there anymore. It's all strewn with beer cans, beer bottles, vodka and Red Bull. You never see it clean in this place. What use is dreaming when there's nowhere left to dream? What's the point in the end when we've forgotten the beginning?

Face The Private Audience

In the dying arts of decency.......I might have believed everything. Burn the oak from the tree and what does it all mean? It was hopeless infatuation. Like a slimeball oozing through the skin, you never know what lies within.

Burning timber, what becomes trapped in ideas. I never said I loved you. But I felt it all the same. I'm sure you've heard that line a thousand times before and I'd understand any reaction you choose to take. It's not difficult to see why. Natural instinct is all you'll ever need.

Every mistake I made was out of interest. All actions I took were out of reaction. I'm better when on land but I slip through your fingers like sand. Cruel jokes are all we'll ever play. It's what our life is all about. Don't tell me otherwise. Because I believe it's true.

Open up or close down. Turn to face the private audience laughing behind your back. At least when it's over, there's no more contract. Turn to face the private audience laughing behind your back. At least when it's over, there's no more contract.

Van Der Graaf Generator - My Room ( Waiting For Wonderland )

Searching for diamonds in a sulphur mine,
leaning on props that are rotten,
hoping for anything, looking for a sign
that I am not forgotten.
Lost in a labyrinth of future mystery,
tracing my steps, all mistaken,trusting to everything,
praying it can be that I am not forsaken.
I wait by the door, wondering when you will come and keep me warm.
I pray for the end of the night,
hoping the light will still the storm
which presently betrays me;helpless sea-monster stranded on the shore,
marooned in an ecstasy of waiting,I yearn,
although knowing that I shall dive no more in the tide already racing.
My lungs burst to cry: "Finallyhow could you leave me here to die?
I freeze in the chill of this placewith no friendly face to smile goodbye
how could you let it happen?"
How could you let it happen?
Dreams, hopes and promises, fragments out oftime,all of these things have been spoken;still you don't understand how it feels when I'mwaiting for them to be broken.

Neil Young - Only Love Can Break Your Heart

When you were young

and on your own

How did it feelto be alone?

I was always thinking

of games that I was playing.

Trying to makethe best of my time.

But only love

can break your heart

Try to be sure

right from the start

Yes only love

can break your heart

What if your world

should fall apart?

I have a friend

I've never seen

He hides his head

inside a dream

Someone should call him

and see if he can come out.

Try to lose

the down that he's found.

But only love

can break your heart

Try to be sure

right from the start

Yes only love

can break your heart

What if your world

should fall apart?

I have a friend

I've never seen

He hides his head

inside a dream

Yes, only love

can break your heart

Yes, only love

can break your heart

Only Respite

Open up these dreams and let the facade sweep through. Let love linger until your bones freeze from it. I'm not a merchant, I'm just a passer by. Scream to infinity, you yearn for affinity. We'll wait for the glow but we'll never know just what your passion will be. But really, it could be madness.

If it was just the secrecy you desired, the fascination would have been untrue. I know a lot of things that are keeping me unhealthy and it's only a matter of time before they kill me but they give me such comfort that I could never let them go. Besides, to break with the past is to be untrue and each time I have to give an honest assessment of myself. But you could go on without it. There's only so long you can go on for before they rip your spine out.

Controlled madness, I am your victim because I know you'll afford these other victims. The ones that only get hurt. In my mind I regain consciousness of fact but for everything I could still lose again. Old voices committed to the telephone. Endless empty words that mean so much. Since when did communication really mean anything?

Old fortunes of the East, we are receiving. This decadence of the West shall be our last. It's not love you know, it's only respite.

Distant Love Machines

Like distant love machines shot in the dark from the last quarters. Silent regiments and the sound of dislocating bones. When it attracts, it attaches. When it repels, it's blown away. Each second now fraught with the polar opposites.

Distant love machines move closer at will. Plug in to give it a full electricity charge.