Stand under fountain. Cool skin, wash clean. Wash him from me. . Along comes the wind. A big bone shaker. Blows off my clothes. Completely naked. What to do.
When will we ever meet. Not in this life. When will I be a bird. Is it this life. White doves only see. From up high. When will another bird. Kiss my mind.
While evenings slip away. Hear my sad complaint. I can't get no relief. Show them what you've done to me. I wake up in the scene. And float into the mist.
After I kissed you, a sweet darkness came down. Fingers were search lights, leading the way down. We talk in fingers and thumbs. In an ancient braille of daily vacant overflow.
Lately I can tell that something aint right. I dont see the fire when I look in your eyes. One time up, and the next time down. This may be the last time that you see me around, said.
-------------------. By Pokolgep. Album title: Vedd el ami jar !. Eljon a lelkedert. Egy nap a Satan. Feltamadt ejszakan. Igy szol hogy: Nezz ram. Elhoztam a szamadast.
She stepped off the bus out into the city streets. Just a small town girl with her whole life. Packed in a suitcase by her feet. But somehow the lights didn't shine as bright as they did.
Friday night at midnight. Looking for what I need. I heard a tale that somewhere. That a dude had a real go at me. . So like a rat race cowboy. I slipped into the human zoo.
Oh, I know we've never met. And you'll probably never read this. There are certain things your voice does to me. It makes me feel the ground and sky again.
Like animals. Tonight we make it. You give me an inch. I'm gonna take it. . I'll steal your love. Like a thief. To be as one. Is my belief. . Don't look back and have no regrets.
Four o'clock in the morning. When the ambulance arrived. Four o'clock in the morning. When the ambulance arrived. . Blue light was flashing. As they lay my baby down inside.
I am francisco vasquez garcia. I am welcome to almeria. We have sin gas and con leche. We have fiesta and feria. We have the song of the cochona. We have brandy and half corona.
It was Christmas Eve babe. In the drunk tank. An old man said to me, won't see another one. And then he sang a song. The Rare Old Mountain Dew. I turned my face away.
It was Christmas Eve babe. In the drunk tank. An old man said to me, won't see another one. And then he sang a song. The Rare Old Mountain Dew. I turned my face away.
---------. I could walk away, I could let this fly. go back home and start again -- Fruitless. I have faith in how things seem to start again,. that tale of your one big chance is a lie, told by consumed men..
Chorus. 'coz if your looking for a freaky time freaky time baby. You can always count on me I'll be waiting. If your looking for a freaky time freaky time baby.
-------. I'm falling, but its OK. Never know just where I'll land. No sense to force plans, I'm flying.. I'm walking, feel my hands and my legs,. They feel good to be moving, side to side.
---- ---- --. Fall upon me in my quiet pain. fall upon me, again and again. Across wide open fields. and grass down of green. I'm awake but my head is in the air.
---- -- ----. Relentlessly climbing and conquering and swallowing. fresh pain. Melting reemerging and rising up clean. in the pouring rain. Rise up clean in the pouring rain, only to drop down.