Just another suicide,. Lord know the ladies cried.. Notrogen and dirty knees,. We're all making love in balconies.. . Midnight at KOKO,. You get where you got to go..
(Words written by Grandfather Lloyd Richards, 1929). There was a friend upon whom once Nature played her joke. She gave him width instead of height. and hands too large for chivalry.
Air-built madness: unfamiliar charm. Hides in the softest eyes. And ponderous smiles manifest denial. But heavy heartless. Conscious of our load. Hurled by dreams into a separate world.
High above Manhattan town. What floats and has a shape like that. Fans like us who watch the skies. We know it's Morph the Cat. . Gliding like a big blue cloud.
They came in under the radar. When our backs were turned around. In a fleet of Lincoln Town Cars. They rolled into our town. Confounded all six senses.
esa chiquita me miro. y sus ojitos me dicen que necesita amor. ella se acerco. el oido me dice que me lo lleve yo. esa chiquita em miro. y sus ojitos me matan.
Among the sounds of all the secrets here in private lies a motive,. And you can't make me talk or prophesize for rubies,. Cause i'm the target,. You know things are changing when in a room of one it's hard to stand out,.
You should be counting your blessings. From the sky. Your eagle eyes found the great blind faith. I could be kickin' the bucket. But you should know. I never had very good aim.
Ever feel like there's so much more to life. But you just have no clue how to reach it right now?. Sick of all the talk between friends. All the things that offend.
you talk talk talk of how you're looking forward.. But it's not changing anything.. You don't see that where you were is where you are,. no matter what the situation you're waiting for..
The mist is rising over the ocean's waves. Together we leave the shores of hell behind us to find our destination. The sun is hiding behind the horizon, leaving its realm to the endless night.
Fragile featured little girl. Just stepped out into the world. White cotton summer dresses, hair tied in lace. Pearly button eyes in her girly little face.
Train arrive, sixty minutes gone. Whoo-ooh train arrive, sixty minutes gone. Well I ain't seen my baby, he's been gone so long. Mmmm-hmmm going down the track.
Jazz in a basement bar, the moon's on the rain. Drunk too much, spent too much, penniless again. Oh, sweetheart, where are you tonight?. . I remember when we used to walk by the Thames.
Her skin is soft as wind. Pale like my palms of sin. And her eyes like dark blue seas. Stare me with icy dreams. In my dreams. "We shall be". In my dreams.
The streetlights outside my window surrender to the dawn.. A million reasons I should sleep but I can't think of one.. Maybe I tuned her in through all the voices in my head..
Skin so cold as the october sun. A murderess veiled in black. Her dance like the flaring flames. Once enchanted me with her embrace. Forevermore and never to fade.
No more. I don't need a job and I don't need no friends. People bore me to the end I wish that I were dead. All this stench that fills the air reminds me of the dump.
Estaremos muertos toda la eternidad(x2). . Estamos vivos, del vando de los vivos,. de los que caminan, tropiezan al andar.. A diario, como el peri.
I don't know what to tell you. I know it's probably unfair. You've got to be willing to open your eyes. And see for yourself. You probably don't have a prayer.