[H. Calabria-J.L. Campuzano-C. Corts]. . Viejo amigo que duro es todo. no es fcil ni respirar. a veces pienso que nada tiene principio ni final. mira esta es la visin.
Ionospheric splendour ignites the northern skies. Unseen by jaded eyes. Preferring more an insect's view of mundane, grindstone lives. This planet, once a paradise before the serpent spoke.
You are more beautiful. Than anyone ever. Everyday You're the same. You never change, no never. . You are more beautiful. Than anyone ever. Everyday You're the same.
Well I've got somethin'--- mean to tell you I've got somethin'. I wanna lay on you right now. I mean to tell you that I've got somethin' I mean to tell you.
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?.
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.
When I woke up, I couldn't feel my arms. They felt as if they weren't my own. I don't remember if I really slept at all. I might have been out building walls.
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.
Uh uh yeah - ah. . Det var en godd dag havde plus på kortet. Sofie og jeg havde dullet op og sat håret. Dans og drinks i fuld fart. Jeg stod ved siden af dig og lod dig spille smart.
M. Myrie. Chorus-2x. It's not an easy road. Many see the glamour and the glitter. And think it's a bed of rose. Who feels it knows. Lord help me sustain these blows.
Cemetery Is Dressed. By The Darkness. Fog Embraces. The Tombstones. Ghostspirits Wake Up. From Their Graves. To Form Their Dancing Circle. . Aaargh!. .
Here I am for nocturnal necromancy. For the dark magick to perform my rite. Ancient knowledge studied from those old books. Written by sorcerers, written in blood.
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.