DO YOU THINK YOUR GONNA MAKE IT ALRIGHT. DO YOU THINK YOUR GONNA COME ON HOME. I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERY NIGHT. AIN'T NO WAY FOR LEAVING YOU ALONE. DO YOU THINK YOUR GONNA MAKE IT ALRIGHT.
There's something I want to ask you before it's too late. It's been on my mind since the first time we met. It scares me now more now there's more at stake.
Many's the time I've been thinking about changing my ways. But when it gets right down to it it's the same drunken haze. I'm serving a sentence to write life's sentences.
The car finally burned out around 3. The blue beacon. of a silent patrol car threw new shadows into the street. turning the window into a flickering monitor screen..
All the way from Bucharest your skin crawled on the way to Hollywood. Through a whole in the wall. You saw the free world trading in bones. There's a guardian angel at the window.
We are jigsaw pieces aligned on the perimeter edge. Interlocked through a missing piece. We are renaissance children becalmed beneath the bridge of sighs.
You're so sweet. You're so fine. I want you all and everything. Just to be mine. . `cos you're my baby. `cos you're my love. Girl I'm just a jeepster.
--- "Jack and Jill" Taken from Fish single "Big Wedge" ---. . Jack and Jill. Me and my old lady we got a dream commin' true. Me and my old lady just bought some room with a view.
You've seen your future from your present state. And filtered through your past, it may not look too great. If you could have your future generate your now.
My pusher who art in the krack house. Hallowed be thy bitches and hoe's. As for I am sprung my rock will be done. In my crib as well as in public. Give us this day our daily krack.
Ska ska ska. Jamaican ska. Ska ska ska. Do the ska. . Not everybody can chachacha. Not everybody can do the twist. But everybody can do the ska. It's the new dance that goes like this.
Get off the bus and I caught myself running. Into the truck stop at three in the morning Oh shit. And you thought you had time to take a dump. Drop the kids off at the pool.
Confusing words. . just words. Confusing words. . just words. I swear to you sister you're Iosing your ability to laugh. Out from underneath your dark brown eyes.
I woke up this morning with the sundown shining in. I found my mind in a brown paper bag within. I tripped on a cloud and fell-a eight miles high. I tore my mind on a jagged sky.
This little melody, jumping in my head. Out of my fantasy, really makes me mad. I`d like to dance tonight, jumping in my room. It`s funny I feel all right, jumping to the moon.
What if everything was different?. Never the same way twice. What would make a man go stiff rent?. And disregard the price, yeah. . Just think. . What if nothin' changed for the better.
When it all goes crazy and the thrill is gone. The days get rainy and the nights get long. When you get that feeling you were born to lose. Staring at your ceiling thinking of your blues.
(Cole Porter / Live cover 2000). . It was just one of those things. Just one of those crazy flings. One of those bells that now and then rings. Just one of those things.
Jonathan, call again. Take me to Coney Island. Take me on the train. Kiss me while I calculate. And calibrate, and Heaven's sakes. Don't make me explain.
[Somnium / Katla]. . ... Bygden str stilla, en stjrklar natt .... ... En eld fjrran skdas, ty de nrmar sig .... . Fram rider trollens kung. med vargabroder ut p jakt.