A gentle winter haze creeps in at three forty-four. The Hindley Street parade shuffles to my door. The hotel decor shades are always poorly sewn. Twenty-five in thirty days makes this room feel like home.
Everyday feels the same. The bomb keeps ticking 'til the routine breaks. Anyway's the same for you. Break another glass then I come to the rescue. . Paint yourself into this picture.
Ohhh!. . Happy Hogwarts birthday. Magic wizard birthday. Fun, wizard, happy birthday. Fun, fun, fun, fun. Magic flavored birthday cake. Wizard wishes you will make.
Slr meg hver gang jeg faller som regn. Jeg tro'kke det vi kaller tusenbein. Har tusenbein. Og at yestikker'n stikker meg i ynene. Hvis den vil vre slem.
Slr meg hver gang jeg faller som regn. Jeg tro'kke det vi kaller tusenbein. Har tusenbein. Og at yestikker'n stikker meg i ynene. Hvis den vil vre slem.
Ifra vinduet. Bak gardinen. Jeg kan se hvordan hun har det. Hun kler av seg mens jeg koser meg. med vinen. Hun sminker seg p badet. Kan se hvordan hun har det.
Stemmen er fjern. den er utenfor - meg. ord har ingen betydning n. hun snakker om vret. om ville men for s la vre. jeg syns det er p tide p tide g. Hun vil forklare seg - hva.
Shimmering was she. And loveliness to see. The found her when she was three. Where she lied. . We talked within a wave. Of things we could not crave. But circumstances turn graves.
I'm waking up, I'm getting out into the daily motion. I'm placing bets, I'm rising up to meet your day. It's presentation of the perfect family expectation.
When we met we still had innocence. And we did things 'cause they made sense. Without trying hard I made it final. And we conceived our children on backseat vinyl.
Don't look around at the scenery today. 'Cuz you probably won't understand it. Don't settle down in a permanent way. 'Cuz you haven't the right to demand it.
Here we go. . Got my hands onto something I could not touch. I'm a hard charger. If you lie for your breakfast. Then you won't get lunch. I'm a hard charger.
I work so hard, man, so don't trip me up. Shakin' a leg like the tail o' the pup. I'm payin' dues till I register heat. Sure hope I don't end up on the street.
White boy when the morning. to my lonely song and to sing to myself how'd a white boy get the blues. I got no money, all the family's gone, I got nobody, I'm all alone.
Hey Joe. Where you goin' with that gun in your hand?. Hey Joe. Where you goin' with that gun in your hand?. . Goin' down to shot my old lady. You know I caught her mess around with another man.
I heard there was a secret chord. David played and it pleased the Lord. But you don't really care for music, do ya?. . Well, it goes like this. The fourth, the fifth.
Perhaps our song with the highest "twang factor", Hope For Always was consistently a good concert song. Maybe it was the very fast tempo, the praise-ful "cry" in the lyrics, or the western theme. Who knows. This song has always been very different from other Lu songs... and that's ok..
This song is probably most notable (to me) for being very much *below* my normal singing range. The out-of-range vocals reminds me, I suppose, of 'Untitled' off of The Cure's 1989 release Disintegration, an incredible album. It works, I suppose, and that's what matters..
Now tell me people. They don't come around here no more. The time is right. So you're gonna go down with me. . Now where you going boy?. And I don't know is this all a dream.
Pain, take all this pain. Take it away, take it away. Rope, walk on the rope. He takes your soul, he takes your soul. . That's when you know. He's got a hold, hold on.