ust like you I'm searchingAlways looking past horizonsNot every time I'm findingWhat I want to lay my eyes onI'm not always knowingWhat I like to knowBut here I am a-sittin'With our favorite music on the radio.
Hazel O`Connor - Neil O'Connor. . I want to see inside the situation. I want to paint some backdrop for my own inspiration. I want to seen to have been to have dreamed to my highest aspiration.
Hazel O`Connor. . Memories of days as we walked on green hillsides. Scents of summer were high. We lay down so pleased with ourselves in the long grass.
Hazel O`Connor - A. Karner. . How many roads had I gone, I got to. Feeling like I can't go on and on. Lord it seems, it gets so lonesome when. You're following dreams.
What kind of things are you that deliver papers. White papers that you say apply to me. Reams of rules constructed for protection. Protection for yourselves, but not for me.
{Words & Music: Lou Reed}. . Men of good fortune. Often cause empires to fall. While men of poor beginnings. Often can't do anything at all. The rich son waits for his father to die.
Here comes my friend, Michael. Grin written over his face. Walking with a kind of a swagger. Walking with a sort of a grace. . He talks the talk. He tried to walk the walk.
[ Intro ]. Sometimes I write about something, that like something I went through. Or something my people went through. And I felt like they needed some motivational shit.
I dedicate my life. To the service of a king. An open book to write. The perfect offering. To bring joy to my father. Joy to my friend. Let us celebrate together.
Hilary:. Come on Haylie. the mall is waitin'!. . Haylie:. Coming!. . Haylie:. You wanna ride. with the girls in style. come on and hop in. it's free. .
Some boys kiss me, some boys hug me. I think they're okay. If they don't give me proper credit. I just walk away. . They can beg and they can plead. But they can't see the light, that's right, that's right.
You know I try to be, all that I can. But there's a part of me, I still don't understand. Why do I only see, what I don't have. When my reality is really not that bad.
Time, time when you stayed over. Stayed in bed forever, the mail piled at the door. Time, we lost track of the hours. Pizza boxes tower on the floor beside the bed.
Gotta gotta go now. Gotta keep a date. Be at the corner. Mistake to be late. Half block away now. Bus is at the light. Driver's grinning madly. It's a run for your life.
Can you feel it feel it feel it. In your soul. Can you tell me. Tell me if it's hot or cold. . Can you tell me what it is. Does it hurt you when I do this.
Walking around with your head in the clouds. Makes no sense at all. Sell yourself short, but you're walking so tall. Makes no sense at all. Is it important? you're yelling so loud.
Time for a lottery, they got your number. Blood for fuel, and limbs for lumber. They just wanted more machines. For their modern war machine. . M.i.c. am I seeing it right?.
(Uhh). Down in New Orleans. Where the blues was born. It takes a cool cat to blow a horn. On LaSalle and Rampart Street. The combo's there with a mambo beat.
Don't go Mr. sadman. Don't have to cry no more. Pain comes from the hart. And this is not a place for harts. If she left tears on her pillow. Don't tell me I did not right.
Someone told me that saw you last child. And somehow I knew that he couldn't be real. But I'm here to save you from me. Slowly my girl I've been building my empire.