Its not the reason. Are not the reasons of your blame?. Are not the words. Are not the words that you said?. And I guess, there is no other way. Another way for change your game.
The Artillery Man And The Fighting Machine. . Journalist: The hammering from the pit and the pounding of guns grew louder. My fear rose at the sound of someone creeping into the house. Then I saw it was a young artilleryman, weary, streaked with blood and dirt..
It never seems to fail.. A thousand "Hail Marys" and I'm still among the wretched.. I'll betcha dimes to donuts. that this treachery will prevail.. Don't bug me! I'm serious!.
*featuring CNN, Lexxus. . [Intro:]. [Capone:] You gone too far now nigga!. . [Wayne Wonder:]. They gone too far now Nore, they gone too far now Capone ([Lexxus:] Wicked!).
Baby, after all this time. How can I leave you now?. Oh, yeah. . All this time, I knew someday you'll need to find. Something that you've left behind, something I can give you.
After the laughter comes the tears. Now that's what happens when your memory appears. I try to act real happy since you said goodbye. But sometimes when I least expect I break right down and cry.
THE LIGHT CREEPS IN. THROUGH THE BROKEN GLASS. IN THE SLEEPING WARD.. FINNEGAN'S VOICE. IS AN ENDLESS WHINE. THROUGH A HARDBOARD BARRICADE.. I THROW A CIGARETTE TO MAKE HIM QUIETEN DOWN..
I've held it all inward, God knows, I've tried. But it's an awful awakening in a country boy's life. To look in the mirror in total surprise. At the hair on my shoulders and the age in my eyes.
After all this time. All the time that waste. all the time. But I am fine. with my back on the wall. I erased it all. I found a away. Don't follow me.
All of my prophets were singers of sad songs,. So it' no wonder that I've been the victim of,. All of my prophets were singers of sad songs,. So it's no wonder that I've been the victim of.
Blue skies will take me back into being a child. Trees with leaves that turn the colors I love. A heart that's beating to your melodies ringing. And I am a miracle 'cause Heaven is a part of me.
This is not true nothing that I write is true. Just a drunken teenage memory. That will never replace you. . The moon shines brighter. Than an October sun tonight.
Close your eyes, can't control your heart beat. You're desperate, a castaway. A fugitive, [Incomprehensible]. . If this is bravery, it still feels like fear.
I am haunted by my love for comparison. My fascination with a single common theme. And I am hounded by the fear that I might be losing it. Slipping from reality into dream.
I believe the heart's a theatre,. and that the actors on its stage. are playing dreams but they're imposters. and that the devil pays their wage.. . I believe the passion of that drama.
You set before me all my dreams. And vowed to give me everything. You said I did not have to choose. But Father he would disagree with you. You took Him to a mountaintop.
People try to tell me what I should believe. But I just sit and listen cause love will never leave. Hieroglyphic sermons gallantly express. Visions of repression and the tears outlast the test but.
Pretty lady next to me, no more tears, yeah, no more crying. Not too late to start again, keep on moving, keep on trying. Too much pain for one life, too much pain for a loving wife.
Touching down, it's a frozen town. Look around, I grew up, I fell down. Nothing changes, nothing changes except the red lights. Nobody changes, nobody changes, wanna see them tonight.