I saw you standing in the doorway in the corner. Of the room where I observed you looking out the kitchen window. I wanna throw my arms around you like a lonely hidden dirge (?).
Sister Soul came to see me, and she made no amends. . On the air, Sunday's midnight, Sister Soul understands. Pull the shades, let it rain all day. Radio station plays Mr. John Coltrane's Favourite Things.
[Prez]. Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is. Green & White, Green & White, Green & White, Green & White. Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is. Green & White, Green & White, Green & White, Green & White.
Crossing the line again, it's all fundamental. Feeling like there's got to be a way to control. But some people keep to themselves. And with a little luck it goes away with in time.
Everyday is the same thing. Another kid shot down by the gang bang killer. On the prowl just sizin' up. As the body counts keep rizin' up yeah. I ain't down with that G shit.
Rock your body. Rock, rock, rock your body. Rock, rock, rock your body. Rock, rock, rock, rock your body. . Rock, rock your body. Rock, rock, rock, rock your body.
When i have my way. i promise you'll be outta my way(outta my way). until now i have to be with you until today. mmm today i found myself and here what i have to say.
First of all let me say that you've been real cool. I've enjoyed spending my time with you. Sometimes when you ain't around, I miss you. And that ain't regular with me.
As silver tears, they weave and lace. Sad patterns upon her face. She waits for you. . So low below a laser sun. Through velvet fields she runs. Reaching for you.
FIRST VERSE). she got the best conversation she look good from head to toe. i think one day she jus might become the future willie moe. she shop at bebe bcbg and she floss her gucci frames.
It's on, and the ghosts in the radio. Are signing along and they go no stars out. Just the city light well nothing feels as good as the night. Can you heard them go?.
irrational. irrational. . real!. but uncountable. non transcendental. at the root of the problem. patterns will emerge from the equation. . the proportion is divine.
I've been living in this concrete jungle far away from my home in the sea,. When is anybody going to let me be me,. Do I really have to wear that to get in,.
George, George, George of the jungle. Strong as he can be. Ah, watch out for that tree. . George, George, George of the jungle. Lives a life that's free.
His gums, his gums, his gums. Are green and red. His teeth, his teeth, his teeth. Don't fit his head.
Took seven states of driving straight. The sky was gray where the bird and hay. Were splattered with moss and broken cross. That littered the road with snow in May.
Piove gi:. piove piano,. piove su di me;. viene il giorno viene piano,. quieto qui dA me,. piove gi.. Suona gi sullo stagno,. cade senza et.. sui colori gioca piano,.
It's hard to act so simply, it's easy to make noise. I worship the silence that sings like a bird. I long for the moon as it looks from the earth. But to have and to hold it, I'd only suggest, suggest.
It's hard to act so simply, it's easy to make noise. I worship the silence that sings like a bird. I long for the moon as it looks from the earth. But to have and to hold it, I'd only suggest, suggest.
Ooh, Johnny Johnny Johnny, there is a time for tears. Ooh, Johnny Johnny Johnny, you won't make it any better. Ooh, Johnny Johnny Johnny, you might well make it worse.