Gaudete, gaudete Christus est natus. Ex Maria virgine gaudete. Gaudete, gaudete Christus est natus. Ex Maria virgine gaudete. . Tempus adest gratiae hoc quod optabamus.
Good golly, Miss Molly, sure like to ball. Good golly, Miss Molly, sure like to ball. When you're rockin' and a rollin'. Can't hear your momma call. .
You say, you want nothing, that's alright. 'Cause nothing is easy and nothing'll last you all night. In pieces and pieces and pieces go under the spell.
Way off down the road. There comes Wagon Red. Found himself a nickel. Went straight to his head. . Get on down. Get on down. Get on down, whoa. . I looked out my window.
It's genocide, can't you see?. A genocide in the first degree. You know it's a mad, a mad, mad world. Don't give damn if you don't believe me. . I've seen the light, and I like what I've seen.
You came to me without a warning. Without a doubt you were the one for me. 'Cause I could feel the fire burning. . I knew I couldn't live another night.
We were going nowhere faster than you. Our engines were racing hot and our skin turning blue. Out of our skulls no sleep for a week. You could say we were major league tweeks.
From the beginning it was like that. You were so special the Maltese cat. You weren't being trendy or trying to be cool. You just could never... be anyone's fool.
Forget what you've been told. Conceal the truth you know. The phoenix fights desire. And you know just what I mean. . In my cells you're in my soul. What you can't touch you'll never hold.
Eye to eye. Face to face. Soul to soul. Blow by blow. . Piece by piece. You get the picture. Beat by beat. Starting to make sense. . Step by step. We're getting closer.
soldier infested. killer crop tested. remedial math. from an old time western. sonny chiba. laid a glasgow. nest egg. out sprang da money. my brain got sunny.
All of your friends are cunts. Your mother is a ball point pen thief. Notoriety follows you. Like beatings follow rain. . Bring on the big guitars. You've got a prophets name.
Club promoter: Lars you're on in ten minutes. You ready?. MC Lars: I guess but... I still got to write some lyrics.. Club promoter: Alright, just remember it's crunk night..
Lars, you're on in ten minutes, you ready?. I guess but I still gotta write some lyrics. Aiight, just remember, it's crunk night. In that case, I guess it won't be a problem.
Got in this morning at four a.m.. You're as mad as you can be. I was drinking and talking and you know how that goes. Time just slipped away from me. By the time I knew what time it was.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Midnight, I'm wound up tight. Slowly comin' down in the daytime. I been lyin' low from work,. Hanging' over from the hurt from you, babe.
E. McCain. After all the corridors are darkened. When the royal crown is off your head. To your chambers I will creep not a word we will speak. Just love me while the fire light dances 'round the bed.
I'm holding my last breath. It's burning in my lungs. Clenching up my eyes. Bloody up my tongue. For the words that might escape. Are ringing in my ears.
(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis). . [Spoken]. Way out in the canyons of the West, there's a wild river. The Spanish named it San Buenaventura; but we knew it as the Green..