Ol' Babe Ruth, he was a drunkard just like me. He lived it high, and he lived it low. Staggered down the New York streets. They throw him out the pub, when he raised a little too much hell.
I'm holding my last breath. It's burning in my lungs. Clenching up my eyes. Bloody up my tongue. . For the words that might escape. Are ringing in my ears.
Come on, let the good times roll. We're gonna stay here till we soothe our soul. If it take all night long. Come on, let the good times roll. We're gonna stay here till we soothe our soul.
When footsteps from that Sunday march faded out into the dark. The melody blows in to ease the pain. Two thousand years and we're still here fighting over the same old fear.
Ghost on the street today. Doorways of Jackson Square. In tinsel and tap shoes. Mardi Gras beads in her hair. Down to the graveyard. She wrung out her hands.
Perfumed and smoky. She swears that she knows me. She's falling down drunk again. I say she's mistaken. She's visibly shaken. Emotions all drowned in gin.
It's time to get out of this town. There's no more fun to be found. I'm rolling thunder with the top down. It's time to get out, get out, get out. . Crescent City high-life.
I see a bird soar through the clouds outside my window. Smell the fresh paint of the comfort shade on this new fall day. Feel the coffee surge through morning veins from half an hour ago.
A sombra que me move. Também me ilumina. Me leve nos cabelos. Me lave na piscina. Em cada ponto claro. Cometa que cai no mar. Em cada cor diferente. Que tente me clarear.
Joe Walsh and Terry Manning). Got Any Gum? (This song is an instrumental.). (c) 1987 Wow & Flutter Music ASCAP/Muldoon Music/Music Corporation of America,.
Minutes turn to hours. Seems like I'm wasting my time. I'm here feeling lost and alone. Wishing you were mine. So much I need to tell you. So much that's on my mind.
Forever in flower,. eternal blossoming light,. golden tulip shining dark. Our beautiful curtain of the night. O my heaven's mirror O I do tell. I do declare loving eye to loving eye.
deeply shaken see I come that way. ill at ease in my own skin. I hum along to the down home drone. down in my soul to stay. ain't gonna listen to my own noise.
From the house of bread and battle. from the raising of the dead. He stands to feed them. and from the hand of the Lord they are fed. My good shepherd.
I'm lying on my head, no I'm not in my bed. Just checkin' out the world from a different angle. That's what happens when you trip on your blindness. Always seems for some reason that it is happening to me.
there are some things you cant cover up with lipstick and powder. thought i heard you mention my name cant you talk any louder. dont come any closer dont come any nearer.
[Originally by Duran Duran]. . See them walking hand in hand across the bridge at midnight. Heads turning as the lights flashing out are so bright. Then walk right out to the fourline track.