Las olas rompen en mi corazón. Y mi cabeza busca una razón. El viento peina la hierba al pasar. En la pantalla de un viejo bar. Y allí dejé lo que más amé.
[Chorus:]. Moli I I I na where you goin' to ?. Moli I I I na where you goin' to ?. . She's daughter to the mayor. Messin' with the sheriff. Drivin' in a blue car.
Yes, my baby left me, never said a word.. Was it something I done, something that she heard?. You know she left me, my baby left me.. My baby even left me, never said a word..
The fish who keeps on swimming.. Is the first to chill upstream.. I want your fish right by me.. That's how it has to be.. The songs I sing they don't mean a thing if you're not there to hear it,.
4 A.M. this hotel room and I think of you. Not in anger, but in danger of calling you. My mind's a long, long way from it was dead. And now the good times just keep drifting back in, whoa.
You take a little bit of me. And a whole lot of you. Add it up together. And here's what you're gonna do. You gotta mix it up quick. And it'll blow up on this spot.
Now, I'm not the type to just act like I know. Puttin' on an angle, puttin' on a show. Speakin' on nothin' makes you a stunt. I'll tell you right here yo, I won't front.
Never thought it would come easy. Slow as turning soil. That's the only way to reach me that much I am sure of. Bring it to a boil. . Just take your time, thoroughly.
Are you missing us?. Maybe wanting to be kissing us?. If you must, then please don't be dismissing us. When we're gone, bailin' on the bus. . Are we immersed in a sea of replicants?.
Sitting by the bedroom window. Looking at a slideshow on a Sunday. But it's Monday, well how would I know. I'd be looking out the same old window. Years later on a Monday thinking something.
The imperial disaster's in a furious decline. They've been burning down the ghettos burning down the ghettos. Crossing all. Of the lines. And everyone gets so excited as it all start to rise.
you fell asleep, just to make me feel bad. denied me your body, and made me feel dead. . since it went wrong, it has never been the same. but everything changes, it's all just a game.
John Webster was. One of the best there was. He was the author of. Two major tragedies. The white devil and. The duchess of Malfi. The white devil and.
Show me the hole I can fall in. To the ground to the ground to the ground. Speak to me speak and give my calling. 'cause I'm going down going down going down.
I chop and I change and the mystery thickens. There's blood on my hands and you want me to listen. To brawn and to brain when the truth's in the middle.
All the world is sleeping. I can close my eyes. What's the darkness keeping. One more time to die. I want to be redeemed. I need a new surprise. . Feeling good for nothing.
I bagsy yours. If you'll bagsy mine. I'll take a chance. If you'll take the blame. Forget it. Forget it. . Keymon. Keymon. . Boys are the same. Brains in their pockets.
I'll be with you in your summer. Winter spring and fall days. You and me, yeah we've got each other. I'll be there, always. Love it when you say. I'm the gold inside your goldmine.
Hope,. Where is the hope in me. Can it be found. Among all the ghosts in me. . Smoke,. Choking the fire in me. Will I be found. By someone close to me.
The gold ran dry in '54 so with a broken hand. He packed his bags and headed south across the Rio Grande. The town was mean and brutal for a gringo filled with strife.