Fractured signs, they waste my time. They concentrate, they take what's mine. Lost they move like fractured ghosts. To empty heads in empty lines. . Trapped in frames of empty films.
We have been worthless, we have been safe. In minds belittled by the threat of our own ice age. . A fall distorts us and where we've been. Rewriting bastards as contenders' sight unseen.
Author: Dalla_Lucio. Title: Balla_balla_ballerino. BALLA BALLA BALLERINO DALLA. D7+ D7+/B Em7 C7+ Em/B Em7/B. D7+ D7+/B. Balla balla ballerino tutta la notte e al mattino.
I think today's gonna be the day, all my luck's gonna turn. I think the boss'll take what I'm worth, and turn it into what I earn. I'm thinkin' if I keep my chin held high, I can stop my hopes from sinkin'.
Way back in '29 somewhere in Coffeeville. Was a honky tonk named Big Mable Murphy's. She had a sweetheart named Little Melvin. And hair would fly between them every night.
aby girl listen up let me holla for a second. I aint tryna be rude I'm just tryna get you naked. I figured if you keep it 100 you'll respect it. I know you tired of niggas lying to you so check it.
My heart is sad and lonely. For you I sigh, for you dear only. Why haven't you seen it. I'm all for you body and soul. I spend my days in longin'. And wondering why it's me you're (ogling).
a pretty little altar boy. daddy's little pride and joy. change the water into wine. touch yourself and you'll go blind. . a warning signal from above.
you wanted her to "hush-my-baby". you wanted her to paint her lips. you wanted her for always - maybe. smooth as china on your fingertips. she -. don't wanna be your Baby Doll.
sittin at the table, trying to read the paper. a silence keeps ringing through my head. I made our favorite coffee, but it doesnt taste the same,. another Black moon day.
Everybody sings the blues sometimes. Everybody gets the bends. Everybody takes a knife sometimes. In the back from one of your friends. . Everybody builds the walls up high.
Se du s fort. Det skymmer. Det r s jag skms. Det mitt hjrta rymmer. S mycket rum. Fr ingenting. Frsker blsa liv. I det som nstan slocknat. Blundar fr dina trar.
n ligger de. i vinterhav. en sista skrgrdsbt. mot stan vnder. vid bryggan. hr str jag. och ser min lskade vlja. mitt huvud s tungt. av sanningen. jag ser mina fotspr i snn.
n ligger de. i vinterhav. en sista skrgrdsbt. mot stan vnder. vid bryggan. hr str jag. och ser min lskade vlja. mitt huvud s tungt. av sanningen. jag ser mina fotspr i snn.
Drm dej bort i kylan. Drm dej bort frn mej. Du behver inte blunda. Fr du knner inte mej. Du knner inte kroppen. Som vilar under din hand. Du knner bara livet ibland.
Det r en man som vntar p mej. Det r en man som vntar. Jag har sett honom frr. Han har sitt namn p samma drr. Jag vet hans hnder sklver. Hans lppar brinner av ensamhet.
Det r en man som vntar p mej. Det r en man som vntar. Jag har sett honom frr. Han har sitt namn p samma drr. Jag vet hans hnder sklver. Hans lppar brinner av ensamhet.
(T: Erik Hillestad, M: Sigvart Dagsland). P maktens hge tind. og under foden min. vokse de vilt. I bankens sylerom. og byens nye slum. P marmor og metall.
(T: Erik Hillestad, M: Sigvart Dagsland). P maktens hge tind. og under foden min. vokse de vilt. I bankens sylerom. og byens nye slum. P marmor og metall.