As I walk thru the valley of the shadow of death. I take a look at my life and realize there's much left. 'Cause I've been brassin' and laughin' so long that.
I got my hand on my nutsac burnin 'cross the stage. In a motherfuckin' rage, like a animal in a cage. I catch wrecks like a junkyard fool. Fuck around and getcha holdin' that jar, Cool.
Well, look at yourself now. Swinging that sword around. You think there's something there. But you're just fighting air. You can't do this alone. . Hush, little boy, don't say a word.
I've been away 10,000 times and still I look in the mirror. What do I see?. An owl tryin' to fly in the light of day. Unaware of what's in my way. I can only find my place and I hope I'm wrong.
There is blood on the ground, washed away by the rain. There is no solution, there's no one to blame. They all have a vengence, in a masquerade. All they have are reasons, why you should be the same.
Something about tonight. We'll never get it right. And all along we're taking it slow. Taking it slow, taking it slow. . Everything has changed. Ever since you went away.
Million dollas for a hit man. Hit man, hit man. Gotta represent, noise, noise, noise. . What if your re-up was in this bag?. In your car, and we popped the steering wheel.
(tempo 3/4, key C). Put your sweet lips a little closer to the phone.. Let's pretend that we're together, all alone.. I'll tell the man to turn the juke box way down low,.
You been over at that jukebox, mister, all this afternoon. Playing Hank Williams records for a dime. Well, I may be just a cat to you, but I know that heartbreak tune.
He got no heart, he got no heart. He got not heart, that I know of. He got no heart. His mama forgot that part. He got no heart, that I know of. . He reminded me of an old scarecrow.
Deborah Conway. Train train shake my window pane. Chair chair sitting empty there. Moon moon can you hear me moan. Phone phone and say you're coming home.
Ho ballato di tutto, lo sai. sui sentieri dei grammofoni, sai. Woody, woody.... Ho ballato un po' con tutti, lo sai. gente nuova e gente vecchia, lo sai.
( Musica per i vostri piedi, madame ). Cosa leggerai?. Con che libro affascini il tuo cuore?. E se ti perderai. nel labirinto di un amaro autore?. Ma i tuoi piedi: tap-tap-ta-ta-tap.
I'm driving down the highway of the saints. Keepin' an eye on a friend of mine who wishes no complaints. When all her strength had left her and hope, it become thin.
Written by robert mach. Main voice: vicki. Produced by continental drifters & mike mayeux. Released on 'vermilion' (1999). . This heart needs a home. To keep it from stumbling.
It's good to see you. But we haven't missed you. There must have been something. But I haven't thought about it for a week or two. . I don't believe it.
I never thought I'd feel this good. With or without you. I'm thinking sometimes that I should. Try a bit harder. . Did you say you've been away?. Welcome back, it's good to see you any day.
you could be evicted.. live you life restricted, sooner or later.. So pay them what you owe, maybe then they'll let you go.. Sometime never. . chorus:.
It seems you're fixed forever. In a world so close to here. Though I see you running from me. The more you run, the more you're near. . 'Cause I was there in the beginning.