The Oscar goes to Glen Close tonight. She thanks the lord and her mum in the flashing light. I wonder why the academy has forgotten you. With all the brilliant shows you do.
Far from home. But close to Marseilles. Is a little cute town. Where we decided to stay. . Everything was fine. And nothing that we missed. Where we spent all night.
"gotcha!". . "hey sucker let me outa here!". "hey, man!". . Bangkok on a sunny day. The rain has washed the blood away. Thousand of veins left in the streets.
A non smoking flight to, nowhere. Ready to take off. Last exit before breakdown. Send a smile back from above. . I'm not looking for salvation. I'm not waiting for realease.
Bye, bye, bye. Bye, bye, bye. Bye, bye, bye. . I'm doin' this tonight. You're probably gonna start a fight. I know this can't be right. Hey baby, come on.
To every heart thats growing darker, colder and colder. The heart on the sleeve is getting older and older. Harder and harder to beat. . To every soul that's burning brighter and brighter.
The best things in life are. Gazed at the carpet of stars. Trig question and you knew it. Blockade you runs right through it. . The best things in life have.
Being a ghost isn't all that. Haunting to do because we're jealous of you. I'm unloved, what? Undreamed of, what?. Nothing to say, we cry, "Oh, why? Oh, why?".
Sight is not always related with seeing. Through the eyes of man. In time the soul wonders and searches the source. Beyond its shell. Like I searched mine....
(Steve Whiteman). I'm the boogie man I like to boog-a-loo. I know all the steps you know I got all the moves. I boogie to the left I boogie to the right.
(Steve Whiteman, Terry Miller). The best of times the worst of times. We've had some good times in between. Walking down on the boulavard of broken dreams.
Little salamander, where did you go?. The edge of the yard. I found you, you know. All brown and hard. I can't get your body out of my mind. I can't get your body.
I feel the walls too close to me. and everything here's black. I can already reach the ceiling. although I lie on my back. . there's no way to get outside.
the body count will be massive. much worse than Oklahoma. hard times for the experts. messes like this mean lots of work. . burnt beyond recognition. IDs they get from DNA.
Bombed ruins form the skyline. Burnt places all around. People trading their possessions. A keepsake for some bread. . Crowded trains, full of people.
Bombed ruins form the skyline. Burnt places all around. People trading their possessions. A keepsake for some bread. . Crowded trains, full of people.
Ride off into sunset. even in hours you won't reach. Seconds fade into infinity. where the parallels will meet. . The clock strikes twelve. and nothing happens.
* originally appeared on "Funkmaster Flex IV". . Boy, t's about to get real scurry up in here. You got the original Break Da Law's up in here for you hoes.
Boy, it's about to get real scurry up in here. You got the original, break da law's up in here for you hoes. Three 6 Mafia, Project Pat. Weak niggas guard your grills, tuck your chains in your shirts.
they are stalking to the shore line. and waiting for their prey. there in the endless night. where it never will be day. . this is their home a secret place.