I'm going back to the City of the Angels a memory of love controls my mind. I'll search for dreams in the City of the Angels. I left them there among the whispering palms.
Once I was alone, so lonely and then. You came out of nowhere like the sun up from the hills. Cold cold was the wind, warm warm were your lips. Out there on dusty trail where your kiss will be with fire.
Got out really early from the factory. Driving like a nut in the rain. Don't think I was acting so hysterically. I didn't see a thing until it came. .
Up the Ladder. Down the Chute. What a Game. What a Hoot. . Your in the Game, you've got no Choice. You can't Complain, you've got no Voice. Take a Turn, roll the Dice.
As I write my letter today. Tears start fallin' from my eyes. I remember things we used to say. And the ties that bind our love. . Only one thing I want to do.
Here they come again, mmm. Catch us if you can, mmm. Time to get a move on, mmm. We will yell with all of our might. . Catch us if you can. Catch us if you can.
Whoa, can't you see that she's mine?. We've been together for a long, long time. And yet they're tryin' so very hard. To pull us apart. . Well, we don't care what they say.
Dave Alvin/Tom Russell. (Blue Horn Toad Music, BMI, and Frontera Music, ASCAP, administered by Bug Music). . I'm just tryin' to make a livin'. I'm an old man at thirty-nine.
Now I know so consider yourself told. You fall for two women you'r living a joke. This will be my coming down. The final curtain, the final frown. . 'Cause that ain't love, no that's a lie.
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.
Dont be afraid, just believe just believe. Watch him make a way, just believe just believe. . Dry your eyes, its not over its not over. Keep your head to the sky, its not over its not over.
You so fleet and youthful. Mustve split a thousand apples. Oh I watched you as you steadied first your heart and then your breath. Venturing out scanned a thousand blades of grass.
hello, is there anybody in there. just nod if you can hear me. is there anyone home. come on, now. i hear you're feeling down. well, i can ease your pain.
I'm not a leader. I'm not a left-wing,rehtoric,. mobilizing force of one. But but there was a time way back. many years ago in college. Don't laugh. but I thought I was a radical.
You can leave this house, leave this town. Leave it all to me or you'll never leave the ground. Look at that tiny screen's too small for you. I think you should learn to dream just like the dreamers do.
The moon wanted. More of my night. I turned off the engine. And the headlights. . The trees appeared. As they'd never been gone. I promised the fields.
Come lovers, come loners, remember yourselves. As lusty tempestuous fools. When your dream was to conquer an ocean. From your small secretarial pools.
twinkle twinkle little star. how i wonder what you are. there's a million little lights. when the sky turns black tonight. are there patterns in our skies?.
I got a lot of highway to travel. I got a little lady on my mind. I'm already pullin' over callin' Caroline. . I got to be in Bowling Green by mornin'.