Dressed to kill, and drinking all alone. Waiting for some lizard to take you home. Another wham-bam rendezvous. The script is moldy but the lines are tried and true.
I waited for You today but You didn't show, no, no, no. I needed You today, so where did You go?. You told me to call, said, You'd be there. And though I haven't seen You are You still there?.
In the night, when no one would be watching. A man came with a question on his mind. He'd seen this Jesus working many wonders. He'd watched as Jesus spoke, performing signs.
Some people call us wolves in sheep's clothing. They don't like the kind of music we play. "Dropped out of school, a pack of lazy young fools. They haven't even combed their hair today".
Silver, drifting on high. Deep range star lords. Rebel, land of black night. Float by your stars. . Mistress of fear see me towards always. Nova bright shine far beyond all time.
For fifty-five days I've been flying around the world. Didn't anybody know, didn't anyone suppose. That my life up here was slowly drifting by. And all I've got to do is sit and cry.
I woke up early today and thought of seven different ways. To like myself less than you do for any reason false or true. . While you dig me, more than I dig myself.
Am I sitting? Or am I flying?. Balloons are so near, but I'm not dreaming. I haven't personal boundaries I'm running to the moon. Set my heart on fire, but I feel no pain.
Rue du malheur, rdent les vautours. Et les enfants qui pleurent attendent toujours. Un avenir plus beau, hors des noirs ghettos. Tristes comme des cimetires remplis de crasse, de misre....
On peut s'offrir la mort en se faisant l'amour. Et souffrir de nos torts jusqu' notre dernier jour. S'injecter dans les veines le venin de notre dtresse.
Busted down and broken. All in two. But you never thought. This would happen to you. . Wake up and stumble. Trip and fall. You had so much. And now you've lost it all.
Hey Sugar, I had that dream again. I saw you in your red crushed velvet suit. Rolling on my feather bed. A Cheshire cat in yellow beetle boots. Who's that stranger lying in your arms?.
I was afraid of coming undone. Being a burden, being a son. I was afraid of the look in my eye. The tears on your face in the desolate night. . 'Cause when you're afraid of everything.
Everybody's back in town. Give me the armor and let me prepare. It can be easy or difficult to steer your heart and breath. Death cheats death it's clear.
Load in, she's there. I am a big deal, baby. Tune up, prepare. I make a lot of money. . Tell her I care. You're my one and only, baby. Rock stars, small bars.
Ask the river man. Where the river flows. Ask the postman. Who he knows. . There's the memory. Of mistrust. Pushing at the glass. Makes it stop. . Laid down dry.
There's no atmosphere on the moon. Much like the vibe in the room. Cold, closed out, needs more fuel. Well, I guess it's too damn cool. . Like old King Cole, he grew too old.
Disculpa?, Como llego a Monterrey?. Hasta mero arriba, a la derecha compadrito.. . 45 grados (yeiiii) un chingo de cervezas. y un monton de sombrerudos tirando fiesta.
Musica por: Alexandre "Cavalo" Dias. Hoje eu encontrei. Um velho retrato seu. Por onde andaro os olhos. Que uns dias foram meus. A rua sem voc. Vazia quase nada.
Musica por: Alexandre "Cavalo" Dias. Hoje eu encontrei. Um velho retrato seu. Por onde andaro os olhos. Que uns dias foram meus. A rua sem voc. Vazia quase nada.