The Lord God said when time was full. He would shine His light in the darkness. He said a virgin would conceive. And give birth to the promise. . For a thousand years the dreamers dreamt.
Oh it's never too late. To co-conspire commiserate. All it takes is a little bit of love and an awful lot of hate. Is it real?. Does it exist. I know it's wrong.
It's lonesome away from your kindered and all. By the campfire at night where the wild Dingos call. But there's nothin' so lonesome, so dull or so drear.
Dear sir I write this note to you to tell ya of me plight,. And at the time of writing, I am not a pretty sight.. Me body is all black and blue, me face a deathly gray..
I dream of you every night. And in every Travel Lite motel. As I wander around the cheap parts of town. With what little I have for spending. Diamonds and guns.
I see the light. I see how it came to this. But I'm all right. Bleeding from some wishfulness. The curtains run high. Set in a cast like a misguided fool.
Pretty Girl in an Ugly World. Pretty girl in an ugly world x 4. You want nothing but you want it bad. Judge is crying down the troubled path. Windshields broke.
Where they take you away they'll never say. So if I look for you tomorrow. I'll just have them old walking blues. Two boys over our heads. Fighting the world from our beds.
PICTURE OF YOU, PICTURE OF ME. Bright bright day. Gonna sing my song. Walk down the street where I belong. Fighting words won't fill the air. I'm in the spaceship of hope and cheer.
This year in my garden I grow peppers and tomatoes,. Peppers and tomatoes, they grow together well,. And my neighbours all around me they grow beans and potatoes.
Pity the boy who marries for money. Or wealth and position. Thinking his troubles will fade out of mind.. Pity the boy who marries for beauty. Only to find like a flower in the morning it withers and dies..
Let the prostitute breathe!. Under the concrete.. Where they can't find a strategy.. And I tell you look at me for awhile.... A Shot caller, Misery!. and it kills me..
In the fog, I can't see much of anything.. I operate day to day like I'm dead.. but I got these faint feelings in my head, like your there.. Maybe you missed something I said..
I thought I heard the first mate say. Pay me my money down. Tomorrow is our sailing day. Pay me my money down. . (CHORUS). Pay me. Pay me my money down.
Poor Boys Delight. As sung by the Infamous Stringdusters. . Would you dance with me, Molly?. Its Saturday night. Theres a chill in the air. Do you think that you might?.
I'm proud to be a banker. I'm proud to be a banker. I'm proud to be a banker. 'Cause I get to play with other people's money. I'm having a lousy day. I burn my toast and spill my coffee.
Our fair country Canada is north of the USA. Our Maritimes are lovely and our prairies give us hay. You might think you Yankees are better than us Canucks.
[Verse 1]. A prayer for the dying. For the waves coming in. And washing the edges. The edges away from within. . [Chorus]. Your heart. My heart. Your heart.