These grievous goals. That hang around my skull. Are disappearing in numbers. The scattered fires inside of me. Have reached their permanent slumber. .
You were my first mistake. And even if that's true. I would take that punch again. If it would bring me back. . I thought I changed for you. It turns out just not enough.
There's a tall, a mulatto, boy, I know. And he comes to every party, he stands alone. In viewing them the rest, a corner of his glance. It gets so clear, he's not judging anyone.
Lannigan's Ball. (Traditional, arranged Neil Anderson/Kirk McLeod) (excerpt in chorus from 'Delirium Tremens' by C. Moore). . Saint Patrick was a Gentleman.
I leave my pride inside my mind. I let this fear surround me. I take this lifeless face you wear. And let it burn in my memory. A memory, a memory, a pain that blinds.
Driving on the road to home, a few cars back. Maybe three in front, I don't know. All I know is we are going way too slow. . The guy in front takes a left.
In a little while I will go for you, in a little while I will bleed for you.. In a little while I will hang for you, in a little while I will call for you..
As deep as deep as the ocean floor. As high as high as the eagle soars. As far as far as a falling star can go. You've taken all of my mistakes. And put them anywhere but close.
Tommy's haunted by the pressure to become. The first family member to wear a cap and gown. Time it ticks and the sweat it drips down. He's longing for that tassel dangling from his golden crown.
I feel crazy. Hope is hazy right now. But I won't freak out. I won't freak out at the sound of. . The landslide inside. Fear wants to take my peace of mind.
Quando chover, flores lindas vão crescer de vez. E vem o sol fazer ficar tudo bem. Se vai combinar com o jeans, já isso eu não sei. Lady Stardust no seu mundo.
Look me in the eyes and tell the truth: what was going through your head?. I'd hang up the phone at times, and I'd wish that you were dead.. 'Cause you were never there..
S que no basta con llorar. con ponerme de rodillas. y pedirte perdn. y con hablarte de mi amor. para que decidas volver otra vez. . S que es difcil compartir.
Fueron tantos sueos. los que mat. por ti. . Fueron tantos los besos. que rechac. por ti. . Fueron tantas horas. muriendo de amor,. por ti. . Sin darme cuenta.
Vuela esta cancion. para ti, Lucia.. La mas bella historia de amor. que tuve y tendre.. Es una carta de amor. que se lleva el viento. pintado en mi voz.
Lleg con tres heridas:. la del amor,. la de la muerte,. la de la vida.. . Con tres heridas viene:. la de la vida,. la del amor,. la de la muerte.. . Con tres heridas yo:.
Al fin, una pulmona. mat a Don Guido, y estn. las campanas todo el da. doblando por l: din, don!. muri don Guido, un seor. de mozo muy jaranero,. muy galn y algo torero;.
Mis amigos son unos atorrantes. se exhiben sin pudor, beben a morro,. se pasan las consignas por el forro. y se mofan de cuestiones importantes.. . Mis amigos son unos sinvergenzas.
Nunca fue la bailarina ms bella del saln.. Nadie se bati en duelo por ella, Sabina nunca la cant.. Lautrec nunca dibuj sus bellas cicatrices.. Maldita Penlope, nunca regres Ulises..
Comiendo pipas de girasol. Sentado en un banco del parque,. La tarde alumbra tu aburrimiento.. No era esto lo prometido:. Niño perdido, desde el andamio,.