Make way with path to Zion!. . I declare this a heavenly scene,. May this be the noise your sole to feed.. I declare this a heavenly scene,. The pressure builds before you know it you're on your knees!.
Once I walked through dark forests. As I saw a flame into the sky. Fascinated, I was staring into the gallery of lights. . I don't noticed the creature behind me.
-clip from 'Ballin' On a Budget-. . R Prophit-. "Right here, I'm R. Prophit, a.k.a., the Galloping Ghost.". . Big V-. "Big V. Sex, money, and bud.". .
Heyyyy. I-N-F-I-E-L-D. everybody in the infield drunk as I be. I see off the triple we goin to have a good day. Bourbon is what we drinking, keep em coming my way.
I hate the treadmill everyday. I hate the mundane things they say. The boredom sets in 9 to 5. At night that's when I come alive. . I long to be connected.
I hate the treadmill everyday. I hate the mundane things they say. The boredom sets in 9 to 5. At night that's when I come alive. . I long to be connected.
Love. I get so lost, sometimes. Days pass and this emptiness fills my heart. When I want to run away I drive off in my car. But, whichever way I choose I come back to the place you are.
Baby, baby. You don't know how many nights I've prayed. For a man like you to come my way. If you knew the things that I've been through. To find someone like you.
I'm gonna laugh you right out of my life. Laugh, and forget this affair. Guess I was foolish. To care. . So I'm gonna dance you right out of my dreams.
You pace the pool and talk about it. And I read my book and think about it. You've walked on water. As I'm turning the page. . You say, "What's the intrigue here.
The telephone is ringin' in the middle of the night. And I pull the bed clothes higher. Will it stop calling out if I turn on the light?. I'm afraid of these shadows here.
I am a backseat driver from America. They drive on the left on falls road. The man at the wheel's name is Shamus. We pass a child on the corner he knows.
I have traveled far to be sitting here with you. And I will leave this place alone. That's a sad and simple truth. . So little time and so much to say.
In the wee small hours of the morning. While the whole wide world is fast asleep. You lie awake and think about the girl. And never even think of counting sheep.
I wish that you loved me the way that I love you. I wish I had Angels who sang in my dreams. If wishes were changes, we'd all live in roses. And there wouldn't be children who cried in their sleep.
If these old walls, if these old walls could speak. Of things that they remember well. Stories and faces dearly held. . A couple in love livin' week to week.
(Pete Seeger - Lee Hayes). . If I had a hammer. I'd hammer in the morning. I'd hammer in the evening all over this land. I'd hammer out danger. I'd hammer out a warning.
Boston to Southshore in the back of the bus. It's the last winter storm of the season and such. And I am lost to the fiction of the book in my lap. The snow makes me drowsy, while the dreams roll and tumble.
This flesh and bone ain't much protection. For an honest heart like mine. A broken home for good intentions. Damaged inventions of my design. . I'll move along.