When I'm not ready, I disappear. Sunlight falls down on empty air. No raindrops fell, to drown your sparks. Blue eyes have me run through the heart. This morning sky, and those gulls in flight.
Found my way out to the river. Well, you know. Where we used to lay around. How can life turn out so different. Than you thought. You never do really know.
Scarlet hoverin my head. Pretty and red, pretty and red. Flowers dyin in their bed, oh, yeah. . Why is everyone crying. Dont you know you can see. Shining down on you and me, yeah.
They were standing by a window. As the night winds kissed her cheek. And he'd waited long in silence. Waited long for her to speak. . Till at last she murmured sadly.
Honey, I'm brainwashed. 'Cuz you make me stoned. . Honey, I'm brainwashed. 'Cuz you make me stoned. . Honey, I'm brainwashed. 'Cuz you make me stoned.
Notice the new sensation across the nation. None like Luny Tunes. The Latin Boy. Yoy yo yoy. Thomas The Latin Boy. . Esa en la disco baila sola. Si tu la vieras es pura calentura.
Thank you, for my first encore I'd like to turn to a type of song that people like myself find ourselves subjected to with increasing frequency as time goes on, and that is the college alma mate.
You know: of all the songs I've ever sung, that is the one I've had the most requests not to.. I have time for one more here. this one is a little song dedicated to the boy scouts of america. [applause] we seem to have a convention here tonight. the boy scouts of america, those noble litt.
I'll feed you now, whisper low in your ear. The way you look at me when you're hungry. Lay your head down, shoot a load in your ear. The way you look at me when you're hunted.
Baby, let's play dead. I got a hole in my head. Yeah, baby, let's play dumb. Straight to kingdom come. Let the ashes fall. Fall down on me tonight. Bone dry....
It's late at night. as Bobby Daniels. bids his last goodbye. silently to wife and child. a man could almost cry. he's leaving for a better life. that might be passing by.
Street Wise and Feeling Idle. Street Wise and feeling Idle. Street Wise and feeling Idle. . I'm sitting in the Bar Louisiana. red light district. sorry that I came.
Sidder her og passer på. min bror der går med ble. inde bag tapetet. kan jeg høre de voksne le. Så er man spærret inde. med pommes frites og babymad. er det da så sært at det er så svært at være glad.
The love of my life,. The tears in my eyes,. The thorn in your side,. The pain in mine,. The skin of my drum, (The skin of my drum,). The brain in my skull, (The brain in my skull,).
One, two, three.... . You know and I know. We've come a long way,. And you go where I go --. Or so I thought so before. This little ship hit the shore..
Way down here, in the heart of Texas. There's a own kinda blues going on. Elmore James, Stevie Ray, Freddie King. Robert J's licks are heard on every song.
Our love has changed,. Its not the same,. And the only way to say it. Is say it Its better.. . I cant concede,. This way I feel,. For all the time we spent, together,.
It's getting pretty dark here in my own tower. It's reaching dusk and approaching the cover of night. I undergo my transformation in the shadows. At quarter-past I'm posied to terrorize the sky.
What will it take for you to learn,. that all your actions. are coupled with reactions?. (You might not see it now.). You're right to hold your standards high..
Ladies and gentlemen. It's bachata nation!. Toby Love, A tracks. You all know what it is, oh. . Ando buscando una nena. Una nena que me suba mi. Loca, bella y coqueta.