For James. (Kirk McLeod). . And this is for James. A guy I thought would be ahead of everyone else. And this is for James. Now I'm so surprised he's blown it for all but himself.
Yoddleody yoodleaeee. Well I'm happy and I feel glad. I'm in love and that ain't bad. (horse kisses his nose). But sometimes I feel real sad. And I sing the blues.
Finish Line: Reprise. (Kirk McLeod). . Another time. Another place to be. Another people waiting. On that finish line. Another time. Another place to be.
Farley: Same Sound Fround, could you help me out?. . Same Sound Fround: Farley, my man, I'll do what I can.. . Farley: I'm trying to read this word, but I'm not having much luck..
Finish Line. (Kirk McLeod). . People used to walk these hills. People used to walk these streets. Around this town. And they used to feel complete. That was until they were replaced by sheep.
Fiddle Set. . E minor jig (traditional). The Moon Coin (traditional). Shawn's Lament for He is in Hell (Dan Stacey). Limerick Lassies (traditional).
Dad: First was me. . Mom: Then was we. . (the son and daughter come out). . Mom and Dad: Then was them. . All: And that made all of us. And we're a family!.
Faithful Departed. (Phil Chevron). . This graveyard hides a million secrets. And the trees know more than they can tell. The ghosts of the saints and scholars will haunt you.
My tired eyes are blackened wicks. Razor tucked under my chin. Quit, quit, quitters started quitting. One last time. . Take me down to the other side.
I've got a tricked-out receiver. And I think it's built to win. I've got one chance to receive her voice. Translucent, delicate. . Breakdown, breakout, Eleanor.
I am a tiny machinist. I have the smallest plans. We have a mind television. The gift of idle hands. . I've been re-educated. To bleed technology. Even more complicated.
That's my other hand, open and empty. It wants one too I guess. That's my other jaw, swollen and shameless. It talks too much I know. And another singer is born, every sip I take.
If youre sitting down get on your feet. Lets wake up those who are asleep. March on, left to right to left again. Our feet in sync to this rhythm. Conducted by the hand of the saving One.
As I step out into space.. I wonder what you would say.. If you knew that I was here.. Perfecting my mistakes.. I poured that gasoline.. Last drop to the machine..
We are your children and we're going, yeah we're going, under (?) all the world. This is your promise and we're holding, yeah we're holding on to all you are.
Twelve hour drives are nothing when I'm with all of you. Then it's a road that calls my name. So come on, come on, punch it, I can't wait much longer.
Make us aware!!. . I cannot cope with all this hope gushing like blood.. I cannot get my stomach to understand. We can't bring these taken lives back..
Take me back into the war. Cause I can't resist. And all those things were said. That I'll never forget. So you're going up north. I hope you find what you are looking for.
Fresa salvaje. con cuerpo de mujer. hay vida en tu vida. pero hay algo que no ves.... . Fresa salvaje. agua de manantial. ro sin cauce. dime dnde vas....