How fucking romantic. All the stars are out. Twinkling, twinkling, twinkling. And fluttering about. . What a tacky sunset. What a vulgar moon. Play another charming.
The only thing that I could ever feel. I can't believe it wasn't real. The only thing that I could ever feel. I can't believe it wasn't real. . You can't open your mouth without telling a lie.
Hello, it's me. I've thought about us for a long, long time. Maybe I think too much but something's wrong. There's something here that doesn't last too long.
Baby born in New York City. Wrapped in a blanket all tattered and worn. Mama's doin' the best she can. It takes hope in a hopeless world. . Her eldest son, he stayed in school.
Johnny let his baby brother sleep. Through the back door and baseball. All the kids are waiting outside. Old days come and go too soon. Old friends, heroes, lifetimes.
The screen door to the farmer's porch. To the back porch, to the backlands. It's never left closed. . A new air pushed a full wind. That brought worlds on through.
It was six o' clock on Saturday. Henry Parsons died.. All of his good neighbors say. That man was never truly satisfied.. Preacherman never said no prayers.
Her dance needs nobody, no body at all. . She's both darkness and light. Just a shadow on the wall. . Wink of a black cat eye. At the end of an unlit hall.
Wide awake in San Diego. Smallest root shrinking dry. The fish are swimming closer inside Lake Morena. Still get no rain from the sky. Men were firing cannons.
We're gonna be breakin' it down (Yeah!). You gotta know the feel. You gotta know the life. You know what I'm sayin' (Hey!). . I said what's goin' wrong.
Buy now pay later. Interest free. As seen on. Your NICAM digital TV. . Crack is the new God. Black is the new black. Style over content. Hype overload.
Lied to threatened, cheated and deceived. Hear nothing see nothing say nothing. Led up garden paths and into blind alleys.
The New Year comes. Comes with bombs. Caught up in the frenzy. Three sides to every story. . War is Hell. Hell is war. No more the voice. Of gun and bomb.
Hired gun. Hired gun for sale. Hired gun, on the run. He won't fail. . Requesting quick, they asked the people. Where's the hired gunman's trail?. He turned into a dark, cold corner.
In this house of suffering. I gotta let some joy in. I hear that freedom will win. . Oh, where, oh, where can Jah love be now?. My dear, it's here in the underground.
Every time I think about you. I shiver like an ocean. Got me over talking 'bout you. It never feels exactly like it should. . Even if we turned it around.
I can do all things. Through Christ who gives me strength. But sometimes I wonder what He can do through me. No great success to show. No glory on my own.