Dirty. Words and music by. John C.McInnis & Ryan Couron. . Daddy always told me. Son you gotta be a man. Play the cards you're dealt. Like it might be your last hand.
It's so formless. That's what's killing me. Remorseless, relentless. And it's endlessly this pressure. On pleasures hard to find. Its expression. Walks amongst these hungry times.
Baby, can't you see. You don't have to. Try so hard with me. Baby, can't you see. You don't have to. Talk so loud to me. . I'll make some time. When you're around.
You've seen the crippled dance. Be your money baby, now's your chance. . I am so dumb. Just beam me up. I've had it all forever. I've had enough. . Remember, you promised me.
I am doll eyes, doll mouth, doll legs. I am doll arms, big veins, dog bait. . Yeah, they really want you. They really want you, they really do. Yeah, they really want you.
I see my life is taking time away from me. Chains that bind the things I want to change. I can't break free. I told you so, now I can't let go. Of the things I've strived so hard to be.
We'll tap in to the local crew,. we're gonna learn the things they say and what they always do. Symbolize and leave then lies. You leave them all your trust and all your fears.
Oh You wonderful people. I need you all today. I reveal myself to you. If that is okay. In my minds eye I see people they are not free. In my world I'm living in I feel no harmony....
Heyyy, Dark moon, ohh way up high up in the sky. Tell me why, tell me why. You've lost your splendor. Mmm, Dark moon, what is the cause your love withdraws.
I was an idiot in utero. Somehow missed New Mexico. Fell to earth in Baltimore I know. Now they lay case in empty rooms. Birthday cards and red balloons.
Il y a des choses qu'on vit. Trop souvent seul et en silence. Et y'a des causes qu'on dit. Apparamment perdues l'avance. . On n'aura pas eu le temps. De comprendre le pourquoi.
"My turn this time", he says. "Never get better than this. We never get better than bad. My turn this time", he said. "Now I can do what I want. Now I can walk away mad".
(S. Cossette / S. Cossette). Qu'est-ce qui se passe pour que tout d'un coup. Tu me fasses le coup. Tu t'en vas. Tu m'a conte de belles histoires avec ton air de tsar.
Sunday morning paper dated 1992. There are cowboys in my kitchen. empty bottles on the roof. I've been trying to quit these cigarettes. I've been trying to think it's true.
(S. Cossette / S. Cossette). Osera-t-elle se moquer d'autrui. Et explorer l'autre cote de ma vie. Osera-t-elle.... Ira-t-elle jusqu'a me decouvrir. Et trouver un tresor enfoui au fond de ma caverne.
Waiting for the moon to come and light me up inside. I am waiting for the telephone to tell me I'm alive. Well, I heard you let somebody get their fingers into you.
Un bleu intense. Voile toutes les ombres qui m'entourent. Ce ciel immense. Soulage mon ennui. Ces feuilles qui tombent. Dansent tout autour de ma peine.
(Original by - Led Zeppelin). . Dancing days are here again. As the summer evenings grow. I got my flower, I got my power. I got a woman who knows.. CHORUS.
Death wont find me hiden in the corner. Not goin to find me there. He won't find me hiden hind the curtain. Death won't find me scared. . I was just a boy, death came a looking.
Hay días que miramos y nos pareemos Lo que soñamos esos días de pequeños. de marzo del latido adolesente. Que sin saberlo nos ambiaron para siempre. .