And guess what I found. It's a letter that I started writing. When you walked out. . It says that I won't miss you. Because I've met someone who's more exciting.
I hate you so bad when I love you. 'Cause I know you love me too but we gotta leave. I love you so much when you're near. Yet I hate you so bad when you make love at me.
Hush up, an close your eyes. Try to see past every disguise. Hush up, and open your mind. Try to see through a new pair of eyes. . Oh and hold my through this dark night.
For every minute. And every hour. I'm awake but I'm sleeping. My eyes are hers. And she see's thru them well. My mind's all hers. Under a goddess spell.
I don't know what you've been through. I see it on you, I don't know. What you've been through. . Now how does it feel. How does it feel. How does it feel now.
A hundred million miles from home. The only one left in the dark. Alone with everybody's thoughts. My only company the stars, the stars. . Close your eyes, it's all pretend.
Nobody hurts me like you do. Nobody knows me as well as you. I'm staring out into the blue. I'm sorting files of what we knew. My future's lost - My future's torn.
Hello, my love. Been sleeping once again. Rise up sunshine. Its time to wake up. Stop your thinking. Come to be and. Take my hand and. We'll be moving.
Hey Hey Hey. Hey yeah yeah yeah yeah. . I talk too much. my thoughts fly out like silly string. You just wanna shut me up. You think I'm frightening. You dig my body.
Heaven knows. Someday you'll be mine. Heaven knows. a lot more than I. Oh I. keep wasting my. time on the phone. back against the wall. standing on the tips of my toes.
Ooh, hoo. It was back in 'sixty-three. We were young and we were free. Thought the world was really ours for the taking. We had heart and we had soul.
Hurling, the national sport of ireland. Was banned in 1366. As part of an anglo-norman attempt. To crush all gaelic resistance. It failed. Over six hundred years of british repression.
I'm the Boss of the company. And I've got hunger working for me. Listen and you'll begin to understand. I built my profits on stolen land. It's the economics of supply and demand.
From Coca-Cola to TV politics. Cruise missiles to chicken-in-buckets. From words and images to advertising. From Colonel Sanders to cop-car sirens. And now the American Football circus.
But it's shit we don't see it though we watch it on the telly. Every day. We give our heroes license to kill in reality. Just like on TV. And we wish we were in his shoes 'cos he gets all the girls.
Cut and clipped to make you sleek. Whipped and brushed from stall to track. Laden down with heavy pack. Or carrying rider on your back. And finally your neck is broken.
Up behind the bus stop in the toilets of the street. There are traces of a killing on the floor beneath your feet. Mixed in with the piss and beer are bloodstains on the floor.
Up behind the bus stop in the toilets of the street. There are traces of a killing on the floor beneath your feet. Mixed in with the piss and beer are bloodstains on the floor.
Ta, a song about how brilliant and how powerful deviant sexuality is. Up behind the bus stop in the toilets of the street. There are traces of a killing on the floor beneath your feet.