One, two. One, two, three. . We were shaking in our beds that night. There were strangers in the streets that night. Preacher cried out hells been raised.
(Dickie Peterson). Ooooh, Allright!. . Outrider on a boulevard crawl. It screams into night and it rolls into dawn. Oh, what did we see in the heat of the load.
(Dr. Richard Peddicord). Billy Joe went lookin' round. One yellow summer day. To see if he could find some grass. To help him on his way. But everywhere that Billy went.
Alright!. A cold, cold darkness. And past confusion. Is quickly calling. Yeah, all of my illusions. Now won't somebody tell me what's wrong. Tell me what's wrong with me..
All I want is someone to believe in. But who to believe is hard to define. When some say the future is unwritten. Some say the simple things in life are the best.
Well, back in '75. When the kid was on the line. And he felt no pain. 'Cause there was none. He would bend in the wind. Take in anything. Like sniffin' roses.
Somewhere in this world. I know that love exists. I've known it in a kiss. Sometimes in my sleep. I've been searching. For more than these few glimpses.
Only you can make this world seem right. Only you can make the darkness bright. . Only you and you alone. Can feel me like you do. And fill my heart with love.
I believe that woman's out to get me for sure now. Lawd, some kinda omen must of give her all of that 'pure know how'. Lawd, somebody said she wanted my as her boy.
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I always thought you were the best. I guess I always will. I always thought that we were blessed. And I feel that way still. Sometimes we took the hard road.
Yeah!. Welcome to the party, let's make a toast to booze, blunts, bitches, and new. Beginnings,. It's a whole new chapter, let's go balls to the wall,.
[?] under pressure, I will never change. . Say it, everything that's in your head. I know you hate me. I'm the reason that you can't sleep. I am the product of your filthy mind.
[?] under pressure, I will never change. . Say it, everything that's in your head. I know you hate me. I'm the reason that you can't sleep. I am the product of your filthy mind.
I am a poor wayfaring stranger. Traveling through this world of woe. Yet there's no sickness, no toil or danger. In that bright world to which I go. .
Well it ain't home. But it'll have to do for a while. Got a fold down bed. Two windows on the parking lot. Three plates in the kitchenette. A table and chair where I can eat.
Have you ever had one of those days. You wake up feeling good,. So good that you could take the whole world.. One of those day's when you just know. No matter what nothing in the world could go wrong..
O come, O come, Emmanuel. And ransom captive Israel. That mourns in lonely exile here. Until the Son of God appear. Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel. Shall come to thee, O Israel.
It's the hour of ghosts I'm the soul survivor. You keep pushing me. To pull another all-nighter. Watching on these walls. Memory silhouettes. All the tender times.
Yeah, ah. I think my reflection is relatively jealous of me. That's all, twittering on my apple hoping I don't get hassled. Before I reach my goal lots of people had to be tackled.