Mother Earth is waitin for you, yes she is.. She is big and shes round,. And its cold way down in the ground.. . You may not be happy all the time,. You may never be that way,.
Well, Im goin up, up on Magic Mountain.. Well, Im goin so high, were gonna touch the sky.. Drink a little water, up on Magic Mountain.. Peace and love, love, love, for you and I..
The people came and listened. Some of them came and played. Others gave flowers away. Yes, they did. . Down in Monterey. Down in Monterey. . Young Gods smiled upon the crowd.
Kun olin pieni. niinkuin sieni. ptin maailmalle. vie nyt tieni. Tahdoin nhd maan luvatun. saduissa kuvatun. osasinhan pukea, kakata. en tytyisi evt pakata.
Syyttömänä syntymään sattui hän. tähän maahan pohjoiseen ja kylmään,. jossa jo esi-isät juovuksissa tottakai. hakkasivat vaimot, lapset jos ne kiinni sai.
May isang umaga, darating sa 'yo. sa liwanag ng ibang sinag ng araw.. Mumulat ka, magmamasid.. Paligid mo ay parang masmakulay.. . Hwag magtataka.. Ganon talaga..
Dear Miss White. Oh, damn this night. Wouldn't believe how much it snows. In the summer heat. With red iron feet. You'll be nursing a bloody nose. . Princess Wrecked.
Why does everybody dig the pain?. It feels good, real good. Why is everybody now insane?. Cocaine, so lame. . It's a sin, you can't win, heroin. You can't win, the shape you're in, my heroin.
Isn't it wrong and isn't is strange. That a man goes by the color of his face. And isn't it time we've drawn the line. And decided to become a human race, yeah.
Throughout these woods a flaming dress of hers. caress my soul as the morning mist will come. The voices make me feel how I am embraced. By ecstatic sounds of love that she gave me.
The minstrel boy to the war has gone. In the ranks of death you will find him. His father's sword he is girded on. And his wild harp slung behind him.
Marti was a fightin' man. Whose story should be told. He was a son of circumstance. He couldn't quite control. His father gave him pellet guns. And plastic hand grenades.
La dictadura de la belleza. De la mentira y de la edad. Y el dulce sabor del éxito en televisión. Todos somos artistas de mierda en potencia. . Himnos de esclavos.