Verse I. Lonely days be coming back to me. I'm heading home. Been gone ten years since last Monday. I was born to roam. My life feels just like a paradox.
(harmonica & instrumental to 1:30). . I found my thrill. On Blueberry Hill. On Blueberry Hill. Well, I found you. . Oh, the moon stood still. On Blueberry Hill.
When night falls she cloaks the world. in impenetrable darkness.. A chill rises from the soil. and contaminates the air suddenly.... life has new meaning..
La pilen vandre fra gud til gud,. i hele den hvide verden.. La pilen sendes fra hus til hus,. til hele vr saslekt.. . Til hvert eneste barn av gudett..
En sirnir tku lk Baldrs ok fluttu til svar. Hringhorni ht skip. Baldrs. Hann var allra skipa mestr. Hann vildu goin fram setja ok gera. ar blfr Baldrs. En skipit gekk hvergi fram. var sent.
Hear my Sword. ...in the Making. Of my Spell. Literally. Damkuna, Iftraga. Sheb Nigurepur, Dafast. The World's Tragedy, Is Served at My Feast.
Seidmannen klatrer opp i tre. finner der jords gamle smerte,. kutter den ned i hstens fred,. med saks skjrer ut dets hjerte.. . Eikens lv mot bakken faller,.
I wonder how winter will be. with a spring that I shall never see. I wonder how night will be. with a day that I shall never see. I wonder how life will be.
En sirnir tku lk Baldrs ok fluttu til svar. Hringhorni ht skip. Baldrs. Hann var allra skipa mestr. Hann vildu goin fram setja ok gera. ar blfr Baldrs. En skipit gekk hvergi fram. var sent.
En Edirnir tokulu lik Baldrs ok Flutti til saever. Hringhorni het skip. Baldrs. Hann var allra skipa mestr. Hann vildu godin fram setja ok gera par. a balfgr Baldrs. En skipit gekk hvergi fram. Pa var sent i Jgtunheima eptir.
Burch magic has wrapped you around in a circle. Not different, yet really quite never the same. You got to learn about losin' and throwin' it all away.
Break it to them gently when you tell my Mom and Dad. When you see my baby sister be as kind as you can. And break it to my Grandma, who said, "That boy's wild and bad".
BONIE LESLEY. (Robert Burns). O, Saw ye bonie Lesley,. As she gaed o'er the Border?. She's gane, like Alexander,. To spread her conquests farther!. To see her is to love her,.
Blythe Was She. (Robert Burns). By Oughtertyre grows the aik,. On Yarrow banks the birken shaw;. But Phemie was a bonier lass. Than braes o Yarrow ever saw..
It is not good to travel today. Neither to cross the ocean. Desert's so dry. Water-thirst kill you. . Don't good to travel today. Neither to cross the ocean.
you'd better watch what you do unto others. check how you're treatin your brothers. watch what you say how you walk everyday. cause what goes around comes around.
This is ludicrous speed, what's here and now. And intended to be clear to the senses passes as a blur. Obsession, desire, desire, obsession, I know the answer.
I swear this time is real, I swear this time is real. Stood back and took some copious notes. Observation lent some truth, evaluated where I stand. . Dove into the midst of what I would never want to be.
Denying the existence, out of sight - out of mind. Far in the distance, no one to find. Powered by visions, picking up the best from the lines. In future decisions, make sure that you are deaf and blind.
Back alleys and secret doorways. you always try to find. passages to the other worlds. but you're missing all the warning signs. . Countless days of fighting.