tender night. night of spring. waving veils of blue. at the window. nada listens. quiet silence of night. . caught you are where is no light. youth is slipping away.
tender night. night of spring. waving veils of blue. at the window. nada listens. quiet silence of night. . caught you are where is no light. youth is slipping away.
from what I've been told. it's all just lies. got lies of their own. not just ours. not just yours. transport carry -on baggage. tell me are we are all dying.
Thank the days for our dreams. Thank the days. Thank the days for our dreams. Thank the days. There are a thousand different ways. We must try to hear each other say.
Okay. Are you ready?. Are you ready for my beat?. It's always busy on your telephone line.. Why don't you call me?. You can call me any time on my hello happy line..
Regarding Creek Lullaby. this song was recorded in 1943 By Professor Willard Rhodes. Willard Rhodes was a Professor of music at Columbia University and employed by The Bureau of Indian Affairs to compile a recorded catalouge of Native American Songs. Professor Rhodes recorded a young girl named Margaret singing Creek Lullaby. Margaret attened the Haskell Institue in Lawrence, kansas. According to the Professors notes Margaret's voice "shimmered in the room" The translation, roughly, is.
I ran into her on computer camp. Was that in '84, not sure. I had my commodore 64. Had to score. (Not with a -- tramp). She's not a tramp. Her name is Judy.
written, arranged, composed & produced by Felix J. Gauder & Olaf Roberto Bossi. Submitted: Philipp Widmer aka PeeWee. - programmieren. - kontrollieren.
Celebrate (celebrate, celebrate, ...) (fade to silence). . Everybody come together,. Time to make a brand new start,. Stop the violence and the anger,.
Babyyy (X2). Hi it's me once again. My name is Daisy Dee. I wanna show you how to party me and MC B. The bass is pumpin' into your body. Don't think about it.
I was never just an ordinary girl. Who underwent a transformation. I always thought that I could see the stars. And watch them grow in my hands. . But my mind was bigger than the world.
There she is in the doghouse. She sure don't know what she's done wrong. Still she lies in the doghouse. Don't think that she can carry on. . She holds you down to free your soul.
Suck my time, my energy. You can be the enemy. . Cotton candy liberty. Cotton candy liberty. . You're in charge of all you see. But it isn't me that has to believe.
Coming up roses, now I'm flying high. No one could touch me as I wave goodbye. I'm starting to willow, baby, started out willow. I'm sure not sorry for that.
When I sat down on the bed next to you. You started to cry. I said, maybe if I leave, you'll want me. To come back home. Or maybe all you mean, is leave me alone.
Above my bed, in this ugly room. Hangs the whisper of the same man. . You can't be my father, for the love we've shown. It's just a little to me, it's never enough to swallow those pills.
Only in days, they get together. They're talking volumes and drink some coffee. Clipped and empty clear and bright. They pour out on me their own true mankind.
She burns friends like a, she burns friends like a. She burns friends like a piece of wood. She burns friends like a, she burns friends like a. She burns friends like a piece of wood.
You smile, I desire. Lean on me, follow me. You smile and it will be. That's the truth, answer. . 'Cause I am waiting. For the stars to change. It's only the talk of you.
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