{"Hey, nice piano playin', Manilla". "Thank you, Miss. M". "Whatcha doin' these days?". "Makin' records". "Really?". "Yes, really". "Do you still play piano for people?".
Once upon a broken heart. I was walking alone in the dark. Looking for a way to start again. What I wouldn't give for a friend. . There was no love in my life.
Here, just you and me and the fear. I wonder if you are as scared as I am. I'm taking your hand and pulling you near. . Bliss, the gentle touch of your lips.
All that I know is you change something in me. I envy the power you have. My hearts stirring so just kiss me. . One last time before you go. If I let you leave promise you'll return to me darling.
I come from the trees and grew through the silent breeze. But young, I was thrown in a country where dreaming is insanity. My mind, Drowned at sea, Beyond these lands obscuring me.
North light comes uninvited. Through the window to where you lie. Disjointed, dust and silence. Quite at a loss. . I feel strange. I feel changed. I feel strange.
We were standin' in an empty room. The moonlight was falling. You were holding my hand. When the car pulled up for you. . And I could have spent a life with you.
I am bending, made of steel. And I am stumbling towards something real. How can you forget this feeling. Of standing straight while the world is reeling?.
One more murder in this town. Don't mean a thing just lock your doors. And drive around. . One more murder in this town. Don't worry the rain will. Wash the chalk marks from the ground.
"this next story is a true story. it concerns to of my favorite subjects: industrial theft . . . and-a t-ts! mmm, what a combo! this is the story . . . the inventor of the modern foundation.
"This next story is a true story. it concerns two of my favorite subjects: industrial theft . . . and-a t-ts! mmm, what a combo! this is the story . . . the inventor of the modern foundation.
"This next story is a true story.. It concerns two of my favorite subjects:. industrial theft . . . and-a t-ts!. Mmm, what a combo! This is the story . . ..
You're out of the woods,. you're out of the dark,. you're out of the night.. Step into the sun,. step into the light,. then open your eyes. and love will open, ahhh,.
Walking along the beach last night. Who do you think I spy?. A girl with ebony fire eyes. Soft and low do she cry. . Now what could be such a source of pain?.
Walking along the beach last night. who do you think I spy?. A girl with ebony fire eyes.. Soft and low do she cry.. Now what could be such a source of pain?.
And now, is it too late to say. How you made my life so different in your quiet way. I can see the joy in simple things. A sunlit sky and all the songs we used to sing.
5, 6, 5, 6, 7, let's go. Let's go, go, go. Let's go, let's go, let's really go. . One more round, girls, let the Boy Scouts hear you. One for your mother and two for your teachers and.
"Welcome home". It's been so long. I thought I'd never see this place again. I've been gone for far too long. But still you recognize my face and then.
My baby jumped up this morning, sat on the side of the bed. He said, "I'm leaving you, baby" and this is just what I said. I said, "I can't make you stay if you want to go.