[Written by Richard Chaucer anno 1572]. . alone walkyng, in thought planing,. and sore sighing, all desolate.. me remembryng, of my livyng,. my dethe wishyng,.
She stands at the top of the castlewall. she gazes at the seashore below. half a glass since the crimson of dusk. but her sombre soul takes no notice of such.
darkness entombs us, as we watch the mountains before. waiting for the silent wind to bring us the. sign of the ancient horn. . the bells shall chime as the towers burn.
If you are near to the dark. I will tell you 'bout the sun. You are here, no escape. From my visions of the world. You will cry all alone. But it does not mean a thing to me.
If you are lost in your way. Deep in an awesome story. Don't be in doubt and stray. Cling to your lonesome folly. . Now you're too close to the pain. Let all the rain go further.
Are you sure when you say you love me?. Are you sure yeah, yeah its not just some fantasy?. Its not just some crazy dream?. Are you sure baby wooh you havent lost all reasoning?.
Oh, it's so sexy, yo. . I don't know, where you're going. Or when you're coming home. I left the keys under the mat to our front door. For one more chance to hold you close.
I'll kill it, I don't give a fuck (Travis talking). . Traded in my hollow words for jelly-filled verbs. And 5 pound pronouns and predicate, this is Schlep's etiquette.
Yo, My morning showers like a rebirth; reflections of the womb. Crazy sentimental floatin' in lukewarm placental. Now I chop a burden on the sink trying not to think about what.
Chi yamar hoorhon ym be. Nudend dulaahan busgui nadruu oirtood irjiine Angelo. Zorood ongorchiinoo, terhen zuur nadad negen bodol torjiinoo. Hua pa pa, sha la la, pa la la.
"Baby girl, stand up.. This world's in need of beauty,. And it has taken you for granted.. And the pain consumes what's in you.. Your closest ones held back by the length of an arm..
"Here at the end of my walk,. I'm looking back and seeing clearly. That along with the way my footsteps. Turned lighter turn by turn. From walking every way yours..
"I have become so bitter that it has reached my core.. I have become so bitter that it has reached my core,. but every day brings a battle that I can't win..
Hairless, large flashing black eyes,. Pear-shaped head,. A chalky grey-white complexion,. Wanted for a fifteen year record of caddle mutilation, vandalism, and abduction,.
Verse 1. Flitsend is niet meteen het woord. waar wij voor staan. Woonden we maar in New York. het zou anders gaan. Ze zeggen dat voorspelbaarheid. op den duur wel went.
I don't like the things you like. And you don't like the things I like. She don't like the things they like. So who the fuck is really right. See a skinhead at a show.
April 26th, 1942. There was a riot on the streets. Tell me where were you?. While you were sittin' home watchin' TV. While I was participating in some anarchy.
well, I got myself a new car. of course it's 44 years old. it's currently not running. but it's worth its weight in gold. it's colored prim(er). but it's all min(er).
Would you leave me alone, my sweet Simone?. If I lay on my back down below on the track. Remember the night, how Id wade in the water. Be counting the stars and starting me over.
it's friday night, I've got a date. with this vegan girl Katee. you know I really like her style. smile, style. oh, I love you, Kate. but you've gone too far.