A long December and there's reason to believe. Maybe this year will be better than the last. I can't remember the last thing that you said as you were leavin'.
This time is better than last time. I feel better today. A little discipline can lock you up inside. This time I think you shed a little light. I feel better today.
I can hardly stand the sight of lipstick. On the cigarettes there in the ashtray.. Lying cold the way you left them,. But at least your lips caressed them.
Ain't it just like me to keep holding on. when you break my heart. I should be gone. Ain't it just like me to believe all your words. you get that look in your eyes.
I woke up this morning feeling kind of blue. and I stumbled out of bed. and dragged my feet across the room. Right outside my front door was a rose. and a note that said 'Somebody Loves You'.
[Lyrics & Music - Andrea Cipolla]. . All you need is gore. lust for violence.. . All you need is gore. my blood is red. like the blood running from you..
[Lyrics & Music - Andrea Cipolla]. . At 6:47 p.m. there's the new episode of Addicted To Murder. Brains fly. Skating on red globules. It's a good telefilm.
I heard a small man say that God. is on our side.. I don't think in heaven. that they're waving the stars and stripes.. It seems a simple mind, feeds the foolish man..
I have to forget, push things from my head. I've got to leave that past of blood and tears. My brain injected, information infected. I'm absorbed, lost in my storm.
In a world. Where we think. That we've seen. Everything. In a world. Where we think. That we rise above. All things. In a time. That is so fast. You have to run.
We are Americans.. We are Americans, oh yeah!. We carry great big guns. 'Cause we are Americans!. . Oh yeah!. We're strong (we're strong!). And we're free (we're free!).
Rollin' down life's endless highway seems there ain't no wrong or right way. We just keep headin' toward that distant light. Baby we're two restless souls never sure which way to go.
Dave Hanner (Play on Publishing,ASCAP) 1995. . Play it loud, play it soft, play like you're in love. Play like there are angels, listening from above.
The soil here is hard in summer. so I buried my father in a tomb of rocks,. a plot behind St. Catherines church. to lay rest the gilded dreams of pitiable men..
The Northern Wind over Glacier Park. carries the musk of the elken rut:. An ammonia stench, thick with lust,. the scent of battle, death and conquest..
Does she remember how the dream was started? Now I can't believe we're parted.. Now she's gone to another dream, now she's sailed another sea,. Away from me..
Beneath the moon so bright,. I see your face in twilight.. There's nobody here but you,. Oh baby, what can I do?. In the night when you're near,. I sweep the hair up over your ear..
I awoke this mornin' to the strikes of lightnin'.. I collapsed to the floor as the thunder had crashed.. I hid 'neath my bed till the madness ended.. And me and my mind were thinkin' of the past..
There was a time I thought our love would last. But clinging to the past, it's a fools game. I guess, I've got myself to blame. . If I knew then what I know now.