The Harmony Of Color And Sound: American Singers Shaping Contemporary Art
Sasha Mednikova - 04 Jun 2025
Pop Will Eat Itself Eat Me Drink Me Love Me Kill Me
Escaping the twilight, Driking 'til sunrise, I never thought a head like t this would persist, I could be dead at 33, Like Belushi, Drain myself away like Hancock in Sydney, Who knows? Who cares? Who'll remember anyway? Welcome to hell! Spend your time in hell! I could try to change it but it suits me too well... A not so private hell. You feed my hunger, But drown all my senses, In the satisfaction stakes, It's like sitting on the number nine bus, I can't stop me you can't stop me I can't stop me you can't stop me One's too many... Ten's not enough. Welcome to hell! Spend your time in hell! I could try to change it but it suits me too well... A not so private hell Welcome to hell! Feels good to be back with Charlie and Hattie and my... Memory lapse. Welcome to hell! Welcome to hell! WELCOME TO HELL! ----------------------------------------------------------
