Id give you my heart, Id give you my soul. Coz youre all I ever wanted baby. I knew from the start, Id never let go. Coz you gotta hold. . And I want you to show me how.
I'm an anarchist, I'm the anti-christ. Well sort of not really. It's not big it's not clever. And i'm quite a reasonable fella. Your friendly uncle good with kids good ol' paternalist pop.
Here's the devil in disguise. Hits me right between the eyes. Like a thief out of the night. Someone taught him how to fight. (Chorus). Love can knock you over.
Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and card. Hark, the angels sing 'Paste the Lord'. That was the Armley tabernacle choir. Next we'll be hearing the true story of an American housewife who claims to have taken mid-air photographs of Jesus Christ in the skies of Indiana..
Lie lie lie lie, lie lie lie, lie lie lie. Lie lie lie lie, lie lie lie, lie lie lie. . I failed the audition, for celebrity squares. Your life is a dream, then you wake up.
There's always been a pattern of struggle and defeat. Never that cycle incomplete. Never enough to tip the scales. Too many people rotting in jails. Or bloodied on the battlefields.
And this is Steve Wright, we hope that those that lost relatives in this terrible disaster may be able to have a better life as a result of this great record.
The millionaires are closing ranks. Tax-dodging in the race to the bank. Listen for the slamming of the stable doors. After the horse has bolted. Trapped fingers, and someone's to blame.
It's such an easy step. From lets forget to lest we forget. We haven't learned this yet. From Cold Harbor lane to Oklahoma and back again. The problems stay the same.
At farnley park cricket ground there's a sycamore tree. And it stands thirty feet inside the boundary. I think that someone slapped a preservation order on the tree.
Traumatized the blood is still flowing. Pressurized agent killing pain. Paralyzed watching every moment. The deicide is forming in the shadow of the brain.
It doesn't matter how rich or poor we are. Doesn't matter what sex or species we are. Doesn't matter with which nation we associate. Doesn't matter what politics we love or hate.
Just when you figured it out someone lets you down. Who'll make all the wrong decisions when the judge is up for trial?. No-one has the cure for all our daily hurts.
One last taxi ride before we die. 'This is destiny, she cried. Ride so carelessly around the avenues. Watch the lights, the fairy lights. And all at once a thousand conversations.
I accept, I accept, I accept. I'll be gonna. I accept, I accept, I accept, I, I accept. . We're the ladies for compassionate lynching. We fight for all the things we believe.
Come out of our corners. Keep moving, keep changing, start working together. We can change this world by changing ourselves. Make our hands one hand. Resist and realize.
By building up the means for war, we thus preserve the peace. Such bullshit will prepare us for invasion from the east. And meanwhile, they're carving up the land.
They told me love was not. What I dreamed it would be. And one day if I fell in love then I would see. But I believed when my love came. My dreams would all come true.
(Samuel Rosa/Chico Amaral). Tudo o que eu posso ver. Essa neblina. Cobrindo o entardecer. Em cada esquina. Tudo o que eu posso ver. Essa fumaa. Cobrindo o entardecer.
(Duca Leindecker). J comeou a era. Que no se pra mais pra pensar. Se o que mudou, mudou. Ou foi s pra trocar. Voc se apaixonou por algum. Que personagem da televiso.