(Browne/Glenister). Heart says I have to try. For all the wherefores. All the whys. Head says I'll be lying. Like a building fell to the ground. The glass foundations crashing down.
(Maitland). Hey hey, happy man, smiling as he leaves the book store. Carrying his carrier bags all bulging wide. Such a lucky man, such a lot to line your shelves with.
un silenzio apparente. dietro le persiane. di chi ascolta e chi parla. e di chi se ne va. . tutti i fiori tagliati. nella tela del ragno. sui monti e sulle coste.
If I find my way back home, I'll say hat am I doing here??We have made our camp, but not settled. Nothing can touch us here.. We took the van one night. The three of us, contraband, and our bikes..
We're calling all allies down because we're so sick of waiting around. Watching you simply destroy yourself, cosmetics and all. Trying to not find your plans, like combing the beach with more sand.
I threw a penny in a wishing well. And made every wish for you. Then I threw in another one. Just in case it might take two. . I'm closin' my eyes. And concentratin' telepathically.
Well I guess it would be nice if I could touch your body. I know not everybody has gotta body like me. But I gotta think twice before I give my heart away.
All alone at the station. Oh, how I needed a drink. And as I stared at the table. I was starting to think. I must have fallen for love again. You've got me counting the days.
122, 59 Oak Drive. Rolls off my tongue like a nursery rhyme. Wooden numbers on the front of your house. Where we fell in love. . Little things they stick in my mind.
Hot sun dancin' on the river. We're sittin' on the bank and watch the world go by. Our feet in the water she pressed her lips to mine. We were so long on love but short on time.
Jackson, Mississippi is a mighty white town. The white folks, they like to keep the black folks down. They think they'll be alright but there's gonna be a fight.
Millionaires and paupers walk the hungry street. Rich and poor companions of the restless beat. Strangers in a foreign land, strike a match with a trembling hand.
First snow on the autumn ground. Covers grass where she once lay down. Blanket of white, grass out of sight,. Where did she go, tell me first snow.. .
I've often wondered why, as a fireman races by,. How often have I said, "why are fire engines red? ". Just ask the boys in firehouse 35. . (chorus). Singin' firehouse thirty five, firehouse thirty five.
Some people never get their feet on the ground,. They're either sitting in a chair or they're laying down. Their bellies are hanging down on their knees,.
I was taking my pleasure in a bar I called home. When an old friend appeared at the door. He was filled with bad whiskey, so he didn't see me. As he stumbled the sawdust filled floor.
Felt like I was born on the backside of the moon. Never been a sunshine child. I'm not one for pity even when I'm in the mood. But it's comin' to the point in my life.
Who's debonair with the tall silk hat?. Muffler of wool and a tummy that's fat?. King for the day, and he loves the road. With a broomstick can and a heart of gold.
When you see a big injustice. Will you disobey the laws?. Will you fight for any army. And turn your fingernails to claws?. . And try a little vengeance.
Four on the floor, knock on the door. It's finally a quarter to eight and. Looks like everybody's ready and waiting. . One of the guys, little beady eyes.