He closed his eyes and was alone. He held his hand and felt it grow. He had become a gyroscope. All wound inside and no control. . And all the tiny tendrils.
I can't cry, I can't apply a word to sum it up. Under stress I can't repress the moment it erupts. Hear the sound of paper drums and shredded paper voice.
Golden blunders come in pairs they're very unaware. What they know is what they've seen. Education wasn't fun, but now that school is done. Higher learning's just begun.
When the words that you call your own. Have a very very foreign tone. And you feel like you're alone. . And the message that you didn't mean. Stops a dirty mouth from coming clean.
Good Gods don't take away my father. Give him back his legs. Don't take away his heart. Don't take away, his sun, his mind, his family. . Good Gods don't take away my father.
Don't get in my face. Don't invade my space. I'll put you in your place. . I'll only tell you once. I'll never tell you twice. And this is me being nice.
Saving all my pennies up, trying to get some cigarettes. But that's the way I gotta live. And there's a girl sitting on the bus bench. Yelling at the pigeons as the children chase the sun.
We're stuck here all alone. I knew they'd leave you here. We've prayed for better things to come. I'm on my way, oh, have no fear. . You are easily. The most beautiful girl I've ever seen.
He called me magdalene. So much my eyes have seen. Cleopatra. Would have wept for these of green. I watch the people leave. I walk this sorry town. When I saw him first.
Here I am. Prairieland. Got it all, got. Gun in hand. Here I sleep. Dungarees. They're all my husband. Put on me. . We have the stars. We have the trees.
Threw my bad fortune. Off the top of. A tall building. I'd rather have done it with you. . Your boy's smile. Five in the morning. Looked into your eyes.
I call my baby on the telephone. Said hurry home quick, I'm all alone. Now giddyap, hurry, don't be late. 'Cause b-b-baby, I just can't wait, no, no, no.
Good God, what do I see?. Pretty little thing just looking at me. Ohh, ohh, sexy thing, I say walk that thing. Right over here, just one thing. I've got to make clear, ohh, ohh, sexy thing.
In eighteen hundred and forty-six. On March the eighteenth day. We hoisted our colors to the top of the mast. . And for Greenland sailed away, brave boys.
Sometimes it seems like a beautiful dream. The girl from the Wadi Hammamat. Lovely as a green parakeet. . I awoke alone again. In the desert of my dreams.
The boys from the village were festering sore. For a day on the rant with some music and more. They'd drink porter in Maura's way over in fore. And they never get drunk but stay sober.
T' was the night of the 1st december you remember. How we give it up for everything. Who would have thought that we'd come this far tear. Them apart being who we are.