Let me take you half way round the world. Better still out Into space. We may be drops upon the ocean. Something of 50 little importance. Yet in each other's arms, It can be so great.
Told you once before. And I won't tell you no more. Get down, get down, get down. You're a bad dog baby. But I still want you 'round. . You give me the creeps.
Gordon Bennett Suddenly I've just remembered. left my suitcase unattended. Gordon Bennett. . If I don't get back fairly quick. there won't be nothing left of it.
Soon an angel's leaving. They're ruled by laws of gravity. Soon this door is closing. And you'll never know unless you go. No, you'll never know if you won't go.
how long the wait?. clouds are hanging over me. obscurity prevails. wearing the face. of doubts, hopes and promises. i wish that you would stay. . don't blunt the edge.
Verse 1:. Got told I was falling apart inside. Was telling myself what was it I wanted out of. Life don't know where to begin, know. My chances are slim.
I saw three dogs flying, there was a man on the end. Squaring the circle and studying zen. I saw a drunk old lady pissing in a bin. It was far too high, she couldn't stop.
From the Phoenix liftoff. Somewhere over Blackfoot reserve. High above Drumheller. Sky hostess starts to serve. . Cloud shadows on the mountain. And our shadow on the mountainside.
[Hook:]. I got you under the red lights right now. And that body looking right right now. I bet you I could make them red lights turn green. I bet you I could make your red lights turn green.
Wasn't looking for anyone.. Were you sent here for me?. Did you come and take away my lonely?. Now that I got you I'm begging you baby, don't leave.. Don't leave. Stay here with me..
Listen, they tried to put me in a box, the urban dude.. I'm Mr. Festivals, Coachella, Bonaru. They never really understood what I was trying to do,. And had me feeling Miles Davis kinda blue.
Oh, Oh. Ey, oh yea. Yeah. . Get them hands up. Get them hands up. Stackin' dollaz homie. Get them grands up. Keep them hands up. Put 'em in the air. .
Time is runnin' out. Please don't make me wait. I'm all alone. I'll stab a day. Lost and love a ghost. Lost all alone. It's another lost one. You stay gone.
As the sun hides his head. For another night's rest. And the wind sings. His same old song. And you on the edge. Never close, never far. Always there when I needed a friend.
I WAS BORN IN SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA SAND. TO A GYPSY MOTHER AND A GUITAR-PLAYING MAN (OH YEAH). RAISED INSIDE THE AMERICAN DREAM. DESERT PARTIES, HAD IT ALL, SO IT SEEMED (HELL YEAH).
Yes a heart will always go one step too far. Come the morning and the four corners I see. What the moral of the back story could be. Come with me, go places.
Lurking in the shady streets, hazy.. Wandering all on your own, crazy.. Thought you were the monster here, how sad.. Time to learn your place you're only just a lad..
Voy a empezar con este corrido, corriendo el año 57,. En un pueblito de llega y vete, ha sucedido. . Llego a ese pueblo un desconocido,. Muy bien plantado, y con camioneta,.
The gypsy in me can never be free. Never be wild like the wind. The gypsy in me I keep in a cage. Locked up like a soul that has sinned. Time and again I dream of a life.
I can't survive another night. I'm lost again and can't get to the light. And the bottle is as empty as my mind. And the truth I search is getting hard to find.