Tell me do something true true of you and me. That we're too busy living through, too busy to see. What is it that we do, makes us what we are?. If we sing are we nightingales, shine are we stars?.
Weekday mornings find me moody. I kiss my wife goodbye. I drive the boss to work each day. . At the office, no one's watching. Can I catch her eye?. The hours squeeze by, the boss works late.
What just happened. Happened to confuse. Confuse and offend. Offend those who lose. Lose the past. Past the present. . That is what. What happened then.
Ein Schleier schwer wie Blei; und grau wie kalter Stahl. liegt auf dunklen Feldern; auf Bumen schwarz und kahl. Die Stimmen ferner Raben; Geruch von nassem Laub.
Natur - von ihr umgeben, von ihr umschlungen. unvermgend - ihr zu entfliehn, sie zu durchdringen. ganz ungebeten und ungewarnt spricht sie mit mir. und reit mich mit bis ich ermde, dann bin ich fort.
Who's gonna pick you up?. Who's gonna bend your rules?. Who's gonna be your prop?. Who's gonna play your fool?. . Nobody knows just how it feels today.
[WORDS & MUSIC - WILLIAMS]. . Here we stand, the chosen ones together. Will the Quest go on forever; will we reach the Promised Land. We will find the gold beneath the rainbo.
No one said. That this would be easy. No one read. the fine print underneath. Up ahead. Danger is gleaming. On the edge. of a lost memory. . There was a recurring dream of her face.
Beautiful day, on a day like today. When you can't get away with the murderous. Little remains of the wide open plains. Where you hardly contained your deservedness.
salutations from a southern town. i've got tales from the dark side in me down. and in the back of my head there's a three act play. but i don't mind what the voices say.
Will someone please call a surgeon. Who can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart. That you're deserting for better company. . I can't accept that it's over.
Will someone please call a surgeon. Who can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart. That you're deserting for better company. . I can't accept that it's over.
I'll write you a song and it won't be hard to sing. It will be a natural anthem, familiar it may seem. It will rally all the workers on strike for better pay.
Landlord church. Car crash work. My head aches. And silver lake. . You nerve me. . Well, I hate work. I'm a mail room clerk. [Incomprehensible]. Stop me from making mistakes.
Mutants from the battle. Suruivors of the blast. Lighting fills the sky. To day will be last. . Blood stains on the earth. As the night emits its shadow.
"You talkin' just like a pimp". "You see pimpin's big business and it's been goin' on. Since the beginning of time and it's gonna continue. Straight ahead till somebody up there turns out.
I'd like to laugh at what you said but I just can't find a smile. I wonder why I can't, I struggle with myself. Hoping I might change a little. Hoping that I might be someone I wanna be.
Unable so lost. I can't find my way. Been searching, but I have never seen. A turning, a turning from deceit. 'Cause the child roses like. Try to reveal what I could feel.
Augusta, Georgia, late September. One Mr. Brown's hot tempered. This man's possessed, he's restless. He's armed and dangerous, drugged and reckless. Mrs. Brown you've got a lovely son.