(Julio Erazo). Tengo pena con compadre Chemo. Tengo pena porque yo no fui. A esa fiesta de ese 2 de Enero. Y con tanto que le promet. Me perdona pero fue que yo.
(Alejo Durn). Yo le pregunte al camino. Pero no me contesto. Era que estaba afligido. As como estaba yo (Bis). Le pregunte al caminito. Por donde Gloria se fue.
I've got bills to pay, tax man on my tail. Just keep prayin' that the check's in the mail. There are times it seems every thing's lost. And I'm moaning, I'm tossed and I see.
When all we have are rags and bones. Just hold my hand and don't let go. . 'Cause though the night is cold, we'll carry the fire. And though there's no way home, we'll carry the fire.
I'm runnin' tired, wearin' thin. I'm wearin' clothes that don't fit in. It's a never endin' week long laundry list. Stop and go, goin' crazy. Overtime, underpaid.
Case closed, end of story. I'll silence you even before you start.. I'll draw the line and make it thick,. make it so thick that all can see.. . I'll modify a brand new line.
(Holly Dunn/Tom Shapiro/Chris Waters). I can say no to cherry pie ala mode. A Mercedes don't tempt me a bit. I can resist buying designer clothes. But heaven knows I've got to admit.
I should've known that when I left you. That you wouldn't run right back to me. I should've changed the way I feel `cause I know you. changed the way I.
I never knew you could get high on water. I never knew you could get full on nothing at all. What if the question is the answer?. What if living here isn't living here at all.
Sous le grand chapiteau. De ce cirque fou. Voyez nos blancs bourreaux. Fidles au garde--vous. Voyez monsieur l'agent. Tirant bout portant. Voir son bel uniforme.
Fui bailar no meu batel. Alm do mar cruel. E o mar bramindo. Diz que eu fui roubar. A luz sem par. Do teu olhar tao lindo. . Vem saber se o mar tera razao.
It's been a long time,. since I left you there. I still feel the cold hands in mine. and there were good times we will leave them there. . course the warmth of these hands of mine.
Crooked booty. Make ya, and shake yo shit, woo Lord. . I am puttin' poetry in motion. My addiction is overdosing and on a natural high. Supplyin' the soul with that unmistakable mystical magical feelin'.
The sky today is. Bloody gray. I'm surprised. to look so blue. I'm here playing on. a bigger stage. It's no surprise. it cut right through. You heard the questions.
Born Scorpio boy. Chased by storms. Always safe. . Rush out of bed. Tornado is dead. In its wake, sunlight. The land in uproot. . Taken down south. To a hurricane town.
LUIS CARRUTHERS:. Holy shit.. Magnificent.... . CRAIG MCDERMOTT:. Impressive.... . DAVID VAN PATTEN:. So thick.... . TIMOTHY PRICE:. And yet so light..
Gone are the days of my mistakes,. I'd give everything, if everything is what it takes.. I'll bring the sun and I would chase. the rain, if I needed to..
Nothing, nothing is going on in my mind. All that I know is I'm getting nothing done. Getting nothing done. Wasted, roaming the highways and feeling low.
Why do you smile like that, when you look at me?. When you know I can't have you. Why do your glances seem like advances?. Is it just me? Man, I think I'm going crazy.
We touch beneath our skin. Right down to the bare wires. Time to begin again. A spark that fits the fire. I belong (We belong). I belong to the cult of love.