God damn you. Tissue for the harvest extracting cells. clustered genetic samples fuse bind and meld. navigation of creation advanced reparation. to make the sick whole by the printing of organs.
My love is modest,. But I know that she loves it that way.. . Perfectly quiet, yeah,. Reading 'bout red flowers most of the day. . She may be an angel,.
I hate to see that evening sun go down. I hate to see that evening sun go down. Cause my baby, he's gone left this town. . Feelin' tomorrow like I feel today.
Baby baby please don't go. Heaven knows I'll miss you so. Change your mind, won't you please. baby please don't leave poor me. Oh my Darling Darling Dear....
Life will be different when the doomsday is here. The button is pushed and the missiles are near. Innocence suddenly replaced with fear. So soon it won't matter about church or career.
Choices that we make. And paths that we choose. Define just what we are. The battles that we won. And the battles we've fought so far. These will remember.
I read in the paper that war makes a better today. It's seems to be raising cost but not raising the wage. Its creating new jobs but what's the real price,.
Que mi novia sí sabe. Cómo se baila la cumbia. Y al sonar los tambores si no la invito, me invita ella. . Y como enamorado. Yo la voy apretando. Me voy acomodando para bailar todo el tiempo así.
Aléjate de mi no quiero que me quieras. yo soy otoño gris y tu eres primavera. tu llevas en tu ser pureza de adeveras. en cambio me pierdo con cualquiera.
Somewhere sure, somewhere safe inside. A world where you reside. Where chance and trust have died. A world where you can. Hide away, hide away. No tomorrow, no today.
Thought I'd take the slide. I thought I'd be alright. But when the details swam. Oh no, the door got jammed. Someone took the hand. And we were out slow dancing.
(Words Willcox / Music Bogen). Temptation. Motivation. Hesitation. Trepidation. And we're walking on broken diamonds. Blinded by their light. In a world of splintered fragments.
You. Give. Me. Fire. . Fire...in my soul. I think I've been here long ago, before. As a child of mine takes the dancefloor. On a blanket of light he moves the night.
You. Give. Me. Fire. . Fire...in my soul. I think I've been here long ago, before. As a child of mine takes the dancefloor. On a blanket of light he moves the night.
Bilimankhwe! Bilimankhwe! masanatubanighi kwatumalelosa-mase keainaino kwa herambe-mbe-mbe. Bilimankhwe! Bilimankhwe! masanatubanighi kwatumalelosa-mase keainaino kwa herambe-mbe-mbe.
We leave home expecting to find a blue bird,. Hoping ev'ry cloud will be silver lined.. But we all return as we live wo learn,. That we left our happiness behind..
We leave home expecting to find a blue bird,. Hoping ev'ry cloud will be silver lined.. But we all return as we live wo learn,. That we left our happiness behind..
Es gibt die Tage viel zu oft. wo alles daneben geht. vom Wecker aus dem Schlaf gerissen. es ist schon viel zu spaet. Die U-Bahn vor der Nase weg. das ausgerechnet heut.
What could make me think that I could live on borrowed love?. Now I see that I could never live on borrowed love. It's three-o-one in the morning, another sleepless night.
--- Harold Faltermeyer, Chris Thompson. --- Soundtrack for "Fire, Ice and Dinamete" 1990. You gotta breakout. You're out in the world out there. Impossible dreams can take you where.