One. One, two, three, four. . Every second I have. I'll shake it in my hand. Fifty dollars and donuts. I'm gonna see the man. . Slide back I'm gonna have.
One. One, two, three, four. . Every second I have. I'll shake it in my hand. Fifty dollars and donuts. I'm gonna see the man. . Slide back I'm gonna have.
I can only stare and wonder. Dreams and visions. That I ponder, so clearly now. There before me, figure in darkness. Rage and anger, cold and heartless.
It's a cold hard pain, deep down inside,. Shared by the lonely, the evil, the holy.. It chooses no sides.... And it's hard... it's hard... hard.... . In the dead of night, in the dark we know,.
She calls out to the man on the street. "Sir, can you help me?. It's cold and I've nowhere to sleep,. Is there somewhere you can tell me?". . He walks on, doesn't look back.
In the fading light, she stumbles and falls. Too tired to cry, too proud to call. In a movie scene, played over again. Might as well just pretend. . Dream of America.
He arrived on the scene. With no past and no future. He seemed to know your dreams. Replace tears with laughter. Street corner whispers. Would mention his name.
The lives were taken. For feasts at the table. A life of misery. Ending with a shock. Brutal murder (brutal murder). All hands to the slaughter. Mass torture.
Imagine a world where no music was playing. Then think of a church with nobody praying. If you ever looked up at a sky with no blue. Then you've seen a picture of me without you.
I'm alone, yet not alone.. God's the light that will guide me home.. With His love and tenderness,. Leading through the wilderness,. And wherever I may roam,.
You could stay a while longer. we could stay up and talk about. last summer. we could go down to the water. watch the sunset going under. . It's not that I'm a stranger.
(Spoken intro). Class programme for the. African Anarchist. 14 carats he pleaded. Yeah, just let me take the. grain like a criminal should. Burdens? As in work-horse?.
We're naked. I hope everybody can see our skins. We're naked. Can you see the mind, the soul. The body we're in ?. Chorus 1. There's a curious kind of subconscious.
It was another day, perfect Texas afternoon. Mother and two children play the way they always do. As they raced home from the mailbox, a mother and her son.
This Romeo is bleeding. But you can't see his blood. It's nothing but some feelings. That this old dog kicked up. . It's been raining since you left me.
Ave maria. Gratia plena. Maria, gratia plena. Maria, gratia plena. Ave, ave dominus. Dominus tecum. Benedicta tu in mulieribus. Et benedictus. Et benedictus fructus ventris.
Theres a man dying on the side of the road. Won't make it home tonight.. He was driving fast on his cellular phone,. That's how he lived his life.. And he was hangin' by a thread.