Out on the desert when the wind blows the sand. It's a beautiful sight to behold. Round desert moon turns the nighttime to silver. and the sun turns the daytime to gold.
Little folks are people too. Very much like me and you. The little things they say and do. They kinda make your day. . Foolishness and common sense. Through the eyes of innocence.
They got a dance floor the size of Texas. They got a band seven nights a week. And if you don't show up before the sun goes down. You ain't gonna find a seat.
"It's My Life". . It's my life, God was the one to give it. And I ain't gonna let nobody tell me how to live it. It's my song, right or wrong. You can tag along or you can stay behind.
When I was a boy on my daddys knee. thats when he said these words to me,. said listen to what I'm gonna tell you son,. and you can help the world go round..
What will you do when you get lonely. With nobody waitin' by your side?. You've been running and hiding much to long. You know it's just your foolish pride.
If you ever go back into Wooly Swamp son you better not go at night. There's things out there in the middle of them woods. That'd make a strong man die from fright.
We got some trouble in our own back yard.. Things are are kinda tough, times are kinda hard.. Got a lot of people livin' out in the street, people goin' hungry without nothin' to eat,.
Rake the garden clear of stones. Plant a seed into the soil. And should that seed refuse to grow. Just water deep to help it do so-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh. .
Like a marionette hanging from its strings. You live you love you dance but it's not real. So take a bow. Emaciated little thing. Cos you finally have the audience you need.
I am a wavering candle light. I remain but I'm ever slight. Through all my years. I sit, in my room in the fading light. Righting back all my wrongs tonight.
Hier soir, j'ai flashé sur la brune. Hier soir j'ai navigué dans la brune. On est allé sur les quais s'enlacer. Ce matin c'est:. Donne-toi la peine de me regarder.
Elle est pas terroriste, elle est pas anti-terroriste. Elle est pas intégriste, elle est pas seule sur terre. Elle est pas commode, non elle est pas comme Aude.
A l'apogée de l'imposture. On a ceux qui parlent de ce qu'ils font. Ça c'est dur. Avec ceux qui sont nés pour faire ça c'est sûr. C'est cela qui nous mène la vie dure.
J'vis toujours des soirées parisiennes,. Et j'voudrais vivre des soirées belles à Sienne. Et vivre au vent, à feu, à sang,. M'ouvrir aux sentiments. .
J'te donne la plume pour qu'tu dessines. La plus belle ville que t'aies connue. Le plus bel hymne que t'ai voulu. J'te donne la plume moi j'en veux plus.
There are stories in the soil, loose leaves cover the ground. There's volumes in the forest, no one reads out loud. If I could take them down off of that mountain shelf.
I picked you out. Of a crowd and talked to you. Said I liked your shoes. You said, "Thanks, can I follow you?". So it's up the stairs. And out of view, no prying eyes.
I know that it is freezing. But I think we have to walk. Keep waving at the taxis. They keep turning the lights on. But Julie knows a party at some actor's westide loft.