Such a fuss about such a story. Standing in the punch line. Scratch the back of some strange emotions. But I can feel your devotion. . Gas daddy gas. Customize the border the edge.
Gloria. Manchi tu nell'aria. Manchi ad una mano. Che lavora piano. Manchi a questa bocca. Che cibo più non tocca. E sempre questa storia. Che lei la chiamo Gloria.
A noi che siamo gente di pianura. navigatori esperti di citta'. il mare ci fa sempre un po' paura. per quell'idea di troppa liberta'.. Eppure abbiamo il sale nei capelli.
There comes a time when you're tired of listening. living someone else's fate.. There comes a time when you're tired of moving,. but you want to leave this place!.
I do think that women could make politics irrelevant.. By as a kind of spontaneous cooperative action,. The like of which we have never seen.. Which is so far from people's ideas of state structure.
Sunday is gloomy,. My hours are slumberless,. Dearest the shadows. I live with are numberless. . Little white flowers will. Never awaken you. Not where the black coach.
In a quaint caravan. There's a lady they call, 'the gypsy'. She can look in thefuture. And drive away all your fears. Everything will come right. If you'll only believe the gypsy.
Grandma's maiden name was Zona Villines. There's ninety years to tell about in a few short lines. Born in Newton County down in Arkansas. Then in nineteen-one she married Grandpa.
The old hometown looks the same as I step down from the train. There to meet me is my mama and papa. Down the lane I look and there runs Mary. Hair of gold and lips like cherry.
Now, I won't think about tomorrow. When the happy times are gone away. And good times can't last forever. But the good times are here today. . And I won't talk about believin'.
Got lonely too early this mornin'. Long about 3:30 am. Woke up in a big empty bed room. The TV had gone off again. . Got lonely too early this morning.
A long time forgotten the dreams that just fell by the way. The good life he promised, ain't what she's living today. But she never complains of the bad times.
Well I'm longing to ride on a freight train. Put a slouch hat down low on my ears. I'm yearning to leave this old town. On the flight and loose all my troubles and cares.
Well you took my love for granted and I gave it all willingly. But seeing you with someone else was the breaking point for me. I know I'm goin' crazy I can feel it comin' on.
My family called me on the phone and said. "Grandpa would you come home?". We'd love to have you here on Christmas day. We know you won't get on a plane.
Rollin' with the flow. Going where the lonely go. Anywhere the lights are low. Going where the lonely go. . Making up things to do. Not running in all directions, trying to find you.
I'm throwin' a goin' away party. A party for a dream of mine. So put me somewhere off in a corner. With a glass and bottle of your party wine. . Don't worry it won't be a loud party.
The girl who made me laugh made me cry today. After all the good times we had she just walked away. But the sweet mem'ries I have will live till I die.
In old Padres Nadres Old Mexico. Once in my travel I happened to go. I met Maria and we fell in love. It seemed like heaven came down from above. . Dark skin and dark eyes and dark wavy hair.
I've seen how you tremble whenever he walks through your mind. Stirring up memories that cloud up your eyes. Where the light of our love ought to shine.