The pale blue fire of glittering spires ablaze. The sojourner's beacon, a wondrous shimmering place. Through ages forgotten, in many a traveler's dream.
You're getting sleepy. Very sleepy. Soon you're going to fall asleep.... Just rest relax the drip will drop fast. You lay down, for the first time. I am far away.
Cool blue reason. Empties on the page. Your colleagues are in prison. And your enemies enraged. . Cool blue reason. Comes into your world. There's two more dead in Texas.
A mirror image of a silver sky,. nests of pines and brandy wines, build this country to the sky. Do you remember now, the oblivion of youthful minds,.
So you'll be an Austrian nobleman. Commissioning a symphony in C. Which defies all earthly descriptions. You'll be commissioning a symphony in C. . With money you squeeze from the peasants.
We are building a religion. We are building it bigger. We are widening the corridors. And adding more lanes. . We are building a religion. A limited edition.
You need to straighten your posture and suck in your gut. You need to pull back your shoulders and tighten your butt. . Yeah, come comanche, comanche, comanche, commode.
Too much carbon monoxide for me to bare. Too much carbon monoxide for me to bare. Where's the air?. Where's the air?. Where's the air?. Where's the air?.
Oh, I'd love to go to a brand new place. But recognize the sky. A brand new motion yet same old people. And that's the reason why. . Colors and honey are in you're eyes.
Plante sur une le Ocane nique sa divine. Lacre de ses griffes, aggrippe son stick. Elle dblatre toutes ses affaires. Histoires de cul. Histoires de fric.
T'as sorti ta jolie pour faire un tour en ville. Mais y'a que toi qui as l'air dbile. Cette mam'zelle jolie est bien trop futile. Tu crois que tu l'embobines.
Where'd ya come from baby?. 'Cos I ain't seen anybody, nobody, looking like you. You're a red hot superstar girl and you're making the news. I can't believe you're standing here with me.
Down in the Southlands lurking in the dark without invitation it comes. to make its' mark. Few have said to see it many tell the tale how the. monster hunts for blood feeding on the frail nocturnally delicious its?.
She's got crystal. Oh yeah, and she wave your down. Shine like crystal. Oh yeah, and she get your gun. . Oh, oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh, oh yeah, that's right.
Oh girl, you pick me up when I'm down. You take me to the top when you're 'round. And I don't think about the hard times but of you. . And I ain't crackin' up.
A child of winter. A child of the snow. I'm making a snowball. That someone will throw. I'm making a snowman. With charcoal for the eyes. A scarf draped in red.