Married him in April, lost him in July;. Listen to my story and I'll tell you why,. They said that he'd been poaching and stealing wine,. They said I wouldn't see him for a long long time..
Gaudete, gaudete! Christus est natus. Ex Maria virgine: Gaudete!. . Tempus adest gratiae, Hoc quod optabamus. Carmina laetitiae Devote redamus.. . Deus homo factus est Natura mirante,.
I can hear your breathing underground. I can feel your soul goes around. I will never forget the last day. With you I'm crying now. . For I will never get to see you again.
We've Got Great Big Bunches Of Love. People What A Feeling. It Reaches Clear Up To The Ceiling. And Out Through The Roof. And That's The Truth. . And We've Got 44 Acres Of Sunshine.
I'm hurtin'. Cause she's cheatin'. And I'm beggin'. Cause she's leavin'. And she's laughin'. And I'm cryin'. She done did everything. To bring a good man down.
Lamps in the windows burnin' bright, over in Santa Fe tonight. Full moon shining down along the border. But the gound is hard and the night is black. Over here by the railroad track.
God Bless the Mother. Who brought up her baby boy. To believe that some things in this world. Are worth fighting for. The ones who raise the brave young men.
I might spank ya bitch, this that gangsta shit. Niggaz seen walkin' back to get tossed. The gat fool, ya'll pussies eat cat food. I will clap you bad boo, when it's no love.
Yo, yo, yo, yo. I told them cats, niggaz better cop some mac's. Now they stuck with them handguns. I thug it out with T.B., and Johnny Handsome. I hand none niggaz no credit, you see I'm iller than most.
Grows a tree and we to wonder. How on earth to climb so high?. Tiny seed to towering tree. Pause in awe, then proceed. . To praise the music, scale the heights.
Gravity won't let me go. Gravity won't let me go. . I'm in such awe. Yet such dismay. The finite becomes infinite. Through hues of blue and grey. The darkness overwhelms my eyes at first.
Imma be fine, divine and design. My heart do the beating but the blood ain't mine. My sense of time intertwine deep with the great blacks. So standing in my corner ain't no way you could fake that.
There's a voice on the phone. Telling what had happened,. Some kind of confusion. More like a disaster.. . And it wondered how you were left unaffected,.
It was Don Delillo, whiskey neat. And a blinking midnight clock. Speakers on a TV stand. Just a turntable to watch. Only smoke came out our mouths. On all those hooded sweatshirt walks.
I wish there was something I could do for you. I wish there were some words I could say. But I know that you thought it out so well. And I know there is nothing I should say.
God rest ye merry gentlemen. Let nothing you dismay. Remember Christ our savior. Was born on Christmas day. To save us all from Satan's power. When we were gone astray.