The dying day paints a portrait of sadness. Upon this lonely LA tear. Have I found a home, in this prison of my own. trapped in a borderline carreer?.
It's a long long road of livin', I wouldn't wanna be sendin'. The wrong idea that I'm gettin' soft. I just keep on gettin' lost, I don't care too much.
I can't stop this feeling. Deep inside of me. Girl, you just don't realize. What you do to me. . Your lips are sweet as candy. The taste stays on my mind.
WHERE YOU GONNA BE WHEN YOUR WORLD STOPS. HOW YER GONNA GO IF YOUR AIMING TOO HIGH. WHERE YOU GONNA BE WHEN YOUR HEART STOPS. HEAD UP IN THE CLOUDS AND SO MUCH SLIPPED BY.
I am what I am I just happen to be related to the king. I stand where I stand I just happen to be fated to be prince. And if you should know all that I've been told.
Here's a sad story about a deer and a man. . A romantic scene from a lullaby.. In a clearing green, where his eyes met mine.. I was frozen motion. Oh! His bow was raised..
Ties that bind,. Knots that fail or. A scrimshaw carved in soap instead of bone. Humankind as the sailor. Embarking without hope of a safe way home. .
He wants you to put this plate of crumbs back into the 'frigerator.. When you do he wants you to make sure to bring this plate with dessert later. Stand to the right. Give him a bite..
When I was nine years old. Way back in Ohio. The hired man was digging up a well. On my father's land. He found a fossil there. . It was a massive bone.
The ostrich and the egret. Had a very fine flat to let.. Figurine hutch, no the place wasn't much, but they. Got a peacock.. . His belongings were meager but,.
Experiment victims walk by on a hill. With berries in aprons, I see them still. See black empty eyes staring, no hair, yet ahead. There's no dignity there, they're not living, not dead.
I never want to be seen as cheap,. But I saw the tears in his eyes. And I thought, "That's sweet.". I tried on all of my little jokes.. I muscle in, throw it in,.
The dollar went down and the President said. "Who's in charge, now?" I don't know, take your pick.. A new disease every day and the old ones are coming back.
He was what he was. He was what he was. . Part-party, part-party. Part-party, part-party. . Dramatic pause. Dramatic pause. Dramatic pause. . He was what he was.
On the fifteenth of May in the jungle of Nool. In the heat of the day, in the cool of the pool. He was splashing, enjoying the jungle's great joys. When Horton the elephant, Horton the Elephant.
There's a sunny little funny little melody. That was started by a native down in Waikiki. He would gather a crowd down beside the sea. And they'd play his gay Hawaiian chant.
The years have been turning on. You left me at home. To carve my own stone. I cried picking up pride. Oh, granite won't lie. We all got along. . Well, it's true.