Mistakes are made because words are misuderstood. It's all, all in how you talk.. Walking over somebody, sounds like a strange thing to do, but it's all, all, all, all, all in how you walk..
Summers on the rise. And I am flying. The good days have. Come around again. . Im up on top of a big burnt rock. With some people I call friends. Were half a mile to heaven.
Well them white clouds/ pull me down, down, down, down .... Come home right now/ call help right now. Marry me/ bury me. . "Chorus". Are these pipe dreams?.
These voices in my head think they will beat me. To smother all what's left and to defeat me. We won't let it get the end of us tonight. We will vanquish every grief insight.
Our little friend. He didn¹t want to wear. His white buckled shoes. Nor was barefoot. His speed. He didnt like grocery store feet. He was a fussy little kid.
Wake Up, were going to the country. Were going to the country and well do it right. Cook up some sweet potatoes and tomorrow night. Well watch the stars dancing with the satellite.
Ive been sitting down here so long I composed a song. I wanna meet you Country gal. Every time she dance I wish I had the chance. Theres a river flowing in every man.
Coppermine, oh coppermine. My great-great grandfolk on my father's side. Used to work,in a coppermine - oh yeah. A penny here, a penny there. Won't you drop one in my waterwell.
The cold tonight seems more anxious to talk. Than he has seemed in nights before. Skinless face and yellow heart, he. Hesitates and I wait. All my stories are about the same things.
It's a clear night. How are you tonight. Its a bone white. Smile of a night. There are chimes. That chill my bones. . I know you don't know. Which way I will go.
A little song. A little dance. A little seltzer down yer pants. Lump o gold the size of yer head. A little bramble in yer bed. Happy day in a boat. Trade a heffer for a goat.
You've been gone much longer. Than you ever said you had the plan to. I'm just gonna wait 'till you come home. . Though I count the days, they're grey without you.
You ran cryin' to the bedroom. I ran off to the bar,. Another piece of heaven gone to hell,. the words we spoke in anger. just tore my world apart,. And I sat there feeling sorry for myself..
Caught your picture. in a cloud formation.. Sleeping Michelangelo,. angel in a bed of snow. that's what you are.. . Lift me up now don't explain.. Want you to come down like rain..
The seductive charm of innocence. Rapes your train of thought. A callous web of entrapment. The blind lead the blind... you know what I mean. Well i'm here to tell you.
When the sun goes down on the city street. And the shadows move through the night. Daddy's little angel begins her dance. To the beat of the flashing lights.
When first, I did appear upon this native soil. All up and down this country at labor I did toil. I slumbered in the moonlight and I rose with the sun.
There's a house on a hill. By a worn down weathered old mill. In the valley below where the river winds. There's no such thing as bad times. And a soft southern flame.
All you need is time. All you need is time, time, time to make me bend. Give it a try, don't be rude. Put it to the test and I'll give it right back to you.
I came down through Albany to New York. To find what I'd been missin'. I looked across the river to the city. Where the windows all stood glistenin'. I stood listenin'.