Where do we go? Where do we go? From here?. I crawl to you. Through fields of scorn. From here. I call to you. My arms outstretched. From here. Breathe, what has become of this life.
Together we can break the clouds. I wonder if we'll figure it out. . To my surprise. The stars will show it. Still in the night. I got to know it. . So stand up.
What's that you're saying when you're talking to me?. The feeling's changing why can't you see. You say it's over, well I don't care. You say you're sorry but life's not fair.
Everybody's at the Big. Scoop now - oh yeah. On the corner of 4th. and Becker yeah. Dancing around with. the jukebox playing real loud. It's a rocking place and.
you say you shouldn't come around. everything turns upside down. when you first walk into the room. . where you go bad luck abounds. black cats follow you around.
Your ignorance fuels my rage. Forever living in your haze. I won't apologize. for what's about to come. I lose control. it takes ahold of me. . Bull in a China Shop.
Everyone knew she was a special young girl. From her neighbors to her teachers. Some labeled her a prodigy, others called her a genius. It was amazing the way she could play the violin.
Teeth marks on the skin. The greatest trick the devil ever played was convincing me that I was him. We like to feel the blood and fat dripping off our gums.
What's your definition of dope?. 'Cause I think our opinions differ. 'Till your own skills develop, be wise and shut the hell up. I told you man, I'll fold your plans.
ha ha... ha ha... ha ha... it is kind of a funny story. He lives in a four by two glass box. It reminds me of my head. I wish my floor would have rocks,.
You know the type of girl that walks in front of you and makes your jaw drop?. She talks in riddles, and sort of tickles your soft spot. You see her in the club. She treats you like a scrub.
Salgo a pasear por dentro de m. veo paisajes que de un libro. de memoria me aprend:. * "Llanuras blicas y pramos de asceta. - no fue por estos campos el bblico jardn -;.
Soy trozos de lluvia y de sol.. siento que se me acaba el calor. busco entre tus piernas la fe. y hundo mi sol mojado en tu piel.. Cada maana te miro al pasar.
Dnde estabas tantas horas? Juntos en la misma habitacin. -mirando subir las olas-. preparadito para la accin.. . Si la suerte me abandona. y dice que no quiere verme,.
Blessed is he who has got. His transgressions forgiven. And his sins hidden. Blessed is the man whom the Lord. Do not ascribe misdeeds. And is without deceit in his spirit.
Blessed is he who has got. His transgressions forgiven. And his sins hidden. Blessed is the man whom the Lord. Do not ascribe misdeeds. And is without deceit in his spirit.
Life, an abandoned wreck. In motion, driven into circles. Never ending circles. Nothing new has taken place. Seems like this place will never change. .
Anderson Bruford Wakeman Howe. Anderson Bruford Wakeman And Howe. The Life And Times Of Bobby Dread. (Anderson / Howe / Wakeman / Bruford). Jump out this next world.
throwing rocks at the house next door. you better make sure you got bullet proof doors. more time to get your closets clean. the skeleton police are on the scene.
This is the dawning of the age of who knows best. And with each passing day I feel like I know less. They say somewhere in the world there's political unrest.