Pontius Pilot came to our town. Up to the dockyards. To see the picket line. We asked him to help. But he just turned around. He's the leader of the union now.
Pontius Pilot came to our town. Up to the dockyards. To see the picket line. We asked him to help. But he just turned around. He's the leader of the union now.
Wheear 'as ta bin sin ah saw thee?. On Ilkla Moor baht'at. Wheear 'as ta bin sin ah saw thee?. Wheear 'as ta bin sin ah saw thee?. On Ilkla Moor baht'at x3.
Mr. Kakoshka, it just happened again. (Sad, so sad). They struck the museum like a hurricane. (Sad, so sad). Haul 'em on a coach and it's dead and it's gone.
The space between our words. The heat before we touch. The breath that we hold. So that we don't say too much. . The beating of our hearts. The parting of our lips.
I, I'm always surrounded by. Her faith, faith, oh. It takes me beyond this time and place. Where I'm always safe. . She's the only one. On the darkest night, a star shines bright.
One more drop and I am small. I am in this too part of it all. Through the fabric of the mind. To the darkest void I can find.
The shadows surrounding. strange how they move one by one. The curtains are drawing. twisted stand alone one by one. In silence, the wreckage. bleeding hearts succumb one by one.
(Juliano Courtois/Dimi Gutierrez/ Vinni Gutierrez). . Cada acorde em seu lugar. Lembra um sorriso. Mas no quero lembrar. Que a noite vem caindo. Trazendo o teu olhar.
(Nando Reis/Marisa Monte). Amor igual ao teu. Eu nunca mais terei. Amor que eu nunca vi igual. Que eu nunca mais verei. Amor que no se pede. Amor que no se mede.
(Nando Reis/Marisa Monte). Amor igual ao teu. Eu nunca mais terei. Amor que eu nunca vi igual. Que eu nunca mais verei. Amor que no se pede. Amor que no se mede.
(Duca Leindecker). Quero saber. Se voc vai seguir. Tentando encontrar. Desculpas pra desistir. Espero que voc. No deixe de querer. O que voc sempre quis ser.
(Duca Leindecker). . Um grito soou. Na noite calada. Algum correu e se perdeu. Na madrugada. Dia aps dia. Muitos se vo. Na guerra fria, na covardia. Da nossa falsa viso.
The tired winds blow. And the restless go home. And the haggard lies down to sleep. Where the hours go slow. And the beauty we know is the love. That is the key.
It's pony time,. Boogety, boogety, boogety shoo. . Hey now let's party with the union hall,. It's pony time when ya hear this call,. So get with it,. Don't quit it,.
No one can do it better. . You see that black man over there, bring him here. You see the one with the blunt, put him in the front. 'Cause it's time to prepare, some kind of strategy this year.
Justice denied. How about bail. Im already guilty. Without a trial. A man who kills. He runs around free. This system sucks. Its screwing over me. . Disrupted.
Tell me something stupid. Auction off my diary. Life is getting esoteric. Let me in your movie. . Each time I walk out the door. Someone mixes metaphor.