There is something. Exciting about leavin' everything behind. There is something. Deep and pulling leavin' everything behind. Something about having everything.
Which came first. The love or the love song?. Which is more important. In the long run?. . Do you really want to talk about it?!. Take if to the back verada.
All I need is a bitter song to make me better. Much better.. All I need to write is a bitter song to make me better. Much better.. . Mmmm Mmmm Mmm. Mmmmm mmmm mmmm.
The tree. That wanted to be. A beautiful book. It would die. If that's what it took...aahhh. The sand. That went to see. So much more. Help the blind.
Judo Judy gotta go cause she never. wasn't old to realize. Small tiny petty little ox-fly. could upset the rain I woke up again. As I an the smile on my face the feeling is great.
Sick and tired growing sick and tired. Spills and thirlls amused 'em lately. Clean up yesterday. You're trippin' all night. Busy morning. Call it luck to call in ill.
Overturn the deficit. lost love's savings account. phoney democracy. and we'll do as we please. . high time to teach you how (3x). it's about time we did.
Is the summer time nearly over,. or has your warm smile turned us cold?. When dark clouds slip between us. that's the moment when our love grows, our love grows..
A change of heart couldn't hurt nobody. the way she goes around won't change your mind.. A change of heart couldn't hurt nobody. the way she goes around won't make you smile..
Where was I when the lights went out?. Up in my room listening to twist and shout. Hot summer nights by the window fan. Out on the airwave, a big dance band.
Voices from the spirit world can be heard through the dark. winternights, the heartbeats of the spirit. It is the holy twelve. days of Yule. Dark shapes can be seen in the sky; riders of.
(September '91). The Fire in the Sky is Extinguished. Blue Waters no Longer Cry. The Dancing of Trees Has Stopped. The Stream of Freshness from Cold Winds.
BURRECI - ANSR. . This isn't how i planned it. The picture perfect life. Times I feel like drowning. But you keep me so alive. I know I'm not good for you.
AWA' WHIGS AWA'. (Robert Burns). Our thrissles flourish'd fresh and fair,. And bonie bloom'd our roses;. But Whigs cam like a frost in June,. An wither'd a our posies..
[English Translation]. . Should old acquaintance be forgot,. and never brought to mind ?. Should old acquaintance be forgot,. and old lang syne ?. . CHORUS:.
A Waukrife Minnie. (Robert Burns). 'Whare are you gaun, my bonie lass ?. Whare are you gaun, my hinnie?'. She answer'd me right saucilie-. 'An errand for my minnie!'.