He left home when she was seventeen, we came back to see her. She was older, cold and even mean, not like we remembered. Out along the old road where the Indian Paintbrush grows.
Just before the lights went out. We sat up and talked about. All the things that we would be. I just wanted him to be with me. . But he had a mind of his own.
He left home when she was seventeen. We came back to see her. She was older cold and even mean. Not like we remembered. . Out along the old road. Where the Indian Paintbrush grows.
Thirty years have passed. since my dying day.. My life went to fast,. from birth to my decay.. . Decomposition of my body.. Abeyance in my grave.. Time has maimed my flesh,.
Music: Andreas Axelson, Benny Larsson. Lyrics: Andreas Axelson. Andreas Axelson: Guitar. Benny Larsson: Drums. Anders Lindberg: Bass. Dan Swano: Lead Vocals.
Awakening. All victims gathered One happy family. "I am your father". "I am your friend". "And you are my children and. shall be to the end". On the verge of insanity.
[C.]. I got hell, can't you see. I got hell, written all over me. . [1.]. Riding with the living dead I'm riding high I'm riding free, yeah. The thoughts that fill up my head are wicked and obscene.
In the strangest world of formlessness. I am reaching out to expand my mind. No more echoes and reflections. The future is now. I am the first in line.
Dicen que es mejor mantener la calma. que su corazon se escapo de mi, pero aun me extraa. que no pudo ser, que entrego sus armas,. justo cuando mas me hacia falta.
You paint- a picture of your gods,. But theyre- just as stained as you are.. He wears - a disguise through it all. Only leaving you in the dark.. . When- the earth quakes.
I remember a past life. A life long ago. Memories are reveries. And visions fading into gray. . I behold the paleness. With the glimpse of an eye. There's no friend in no man's land.
Come and stay, make my day. Take away the gray. And set the wheels in motion. . Down the road, what you do. Come and fall into. At the end of this day.
I'm not so sure I should not us these dirty leaves to. make a crown for your heart.. To sit alone with your flesh made up from this undervalues earth..
CHORUS. Theres a hole in my heart. My blood is on the ground. I tried to mop it up when no one else around. Theres a hole in my heart where love use to be.
Said hey little girl. Take me by the hand. Walk with me down this boardwalk one last. Time again. See those pretty pier lights. Hear those carnival sounds.
THEY CALL HER A HUNDRED DOLLAR LADY. I DONT REALLY KNOW WHAT SHES WORTH. BUT EVER SINCE SHE WALKED. INTO THIS HONKY TONK. IVE COUNTED ALL MY MONEY WANTIN HER.
Words & Music by. Ed Bruce and Donnie Blanz. . At the door at five a.m.. Off to bust my back again. And here you are, kissing me goodbye. Suddenly the day at hand.
Soft rain kissing the fallen leaves night wind harmonizing with whispering trees. Of pretty sounds I've heard the sweetest I think maybe. Is when she sings to the baby.
maybe i'm phony, baby. just like you. maybe i'm lonely and you're something to do. something to do. maybe i'm broken and i can't be fixed. misunderstood, misguided, misfit.
It must have been the way you walked. When you walked in. It must have been the way we laughed. At the host's expense. . I could see the hurt in you. And I know you see right through me.