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'.
Cowboys Don't Cry. ( Written by Jim Allison / Jeff Raymond / Bob Simon / Doug Gilmore ). . Why's that old jukebox keep playin'. That sad country song all night long.
[Music and Lyrics by Arkdae]. . Je ne sais que faire de cette vie,. Dans cet enfer au paradis,. . J'ai perdu mes ailes et ma libert,. A cause de celle que j'ai tant t'aim,.
Skyline high, backdrop low,. Choose which doomsday suits you most,. While I set the scene,. . The ribbons that remind where a memory goes,. To rub it in your face that you're missing out,.
(Christmas). The snow's coming down. (Christmas). I'm watching it fall. (Christmas). Lots of people around. (Christmas). Baby, please come home. . (Christmas).
The far north. Between the snowy falls. We stand - we think. The time that passed. ...The times that are gone. . For they reminded us. Of the times of glory... our pride.
Mankind's nature isn't free. decisions for a greater will. guidelines for hypocrisy. fate just another mighty thrill. in the core of our mind. our highest aim is just control.
the creation of thoughts. a process which never ends. our life guided by an idea. a construction of a plan. in the end just a goal soon. clearance reaches my mind.
-------------. (Lyrics: Stanne). Force of anger, Mordant senseless wrath. Manifold is the Terminus of oneself. Invocate ye lord of the Left-behinds. Preserve a seat for the weakened minds.
There never was a night like this. How could there ever be?. Through sweat and velvet misery. The fever race in me. . Cornered in a symmetrical design.
With each daring new concept. Creation and form. One fragment of shelter. From heaven be torn. . The bleeding through barriers. Shine of redemption. The taste of renewal.
Carry our streams. Lift up our less than elated lives. Transmit our selves. We breathe out. Where no one whispers. . Take in all the dark light. turn the nighttime into day.
Enchanting mights overhelming me. with skin pale as fiery snow. and eyes dark as night.... My growing heart-bleeding.... . I craft her spell. A rising fountains of lust.
You move towards what never could have been. An illusion created by fate. We're drifting away in the storm. For now, as we wander the plains of misery.
This is the day. When grief pours freezing over me. Like rushing mighty floods. To drown the flame burning in my eyes. Freezing coals in my soul. I ask myself, how came these things to pass?.