I'm standing on the bridge. I'm waiting in the dark. I thought that you'd be here by now. . There's nothing but the rain. No footsteps on the ground. I'm listening, but there's no sound.
(By Sandy Denny. U.F.O. Music, Inc. (C) 1972). . Oh it's like a storm at sea,. And everything is lost. And, the fretful sailors. Calling out their woes,.
(By Sandy Denny. U.F.O. Music, Inc. (C) 1972). . My name is Jan the gypsy. I travel the land.. There are no chains about me. I am me own man.. I can tell a fair old story which I'm sure ain't no surprise.
Folks, I'd like to sing a song about the American Dream. About me, about you, the way our American hearts beat. Down in the bottom of our chests, about the special feeling.
I don't believe in anything. Anything that I hear. 'Cause they got ways of fixing things. Make notes disappear. So if you're havin' trouble stayin' in pitch.
Now that we have found a love so true. And we know that there can be no doubt. We won't let anything come between us. Oh no. . And you know that I believe in you.
This cannot be real. Lookin' out into the cold. This window holds a view. Of you and I and growing old. . I would call you now. If I had strength on telephones.
I think it's fair. To say that I knew you best. Way back when. . The place you live. The things you'll do. The choice you have. That I could never understand.
Scende la notte è giunto il momento di riposare. Son così stanca, ma non mi riesce di dormire. Undici e ventitré e ascolto una canzone,. Ma la mente è altrove e non mi accorgo di sentire.
We have fallen to the deepest cracks in the world. We're only seconds away from the human waste. We came as romans but we turned out as soldiers. We are watching the horizon as it is burning away.
Close the door. Turn the key. Locked away for eternity. Sail away from my shore. Leave me here. Wanting more. . At first you said you want me. Then you just change your mind.
she say she want to get away. wit gangsta way. that going to keep her coming. everyday.. she say she want a g. i am ggggggggg. i am g. i am g. she say she want to get away.
Strange feeling in your stomach. like a pressure from beneath. Stench of vomit - what a feeling. like pungent ecstasy. . Almost flying to the toilet. trying to puke something green.
Yeah, these niggaz like haters want to fight me. Yeah, these niggaz mad 'cause I came up over night B. Yeah, I switch it up I got 9 kuff tightly. So you betta do the right thing like Spike Lee.
[In background] YUP!. [scratch] 1, 2, 3 as this is plain to see. I go by the name of Jermaine Dupri. Dopeman fresh in the place to be. And uhh. . [Chorus:].
I used to think that I could not go on. And life was nothing but an awful song. But now I know the meaning of true love. I'm leaning on the everlasting arms.
I'm indisposed at the moment so bitch limit ya imagery. Defy physics so you can find gimmicks to mimic me. Try spinnin it cynically with the bitterest enemy.
Be sure it's true when you say I love you. It's a sin to tell a lie. Millions of them hearts have been broken. Just because those words were spoken. I love you yes I do I love you.
Is it really over. Is this the end of the line?. Don't tell me I'm losing. The love that was mine. . If you're really leaving. Take some part of me. So I'll always remember.
INDIAN BURIAL GROUND. (Hank Mills). '65 Johnny Bienstock Music, BMI. . I've been so mean and hateful to my baby. That's why the boogie man is after me.