Promenade. ---------. . Lead me from tortured dreams. Childhood themes of nights alone,. Wipe away endless years,. childhood tears as dry as stone.. .
Every night your line is busy. All that buzzin' makes me dizzy. Couldn't count on all my fingers. All the dates you had with swingers. . Bye, bye, bye, baby.
(keith emerson/greg lake/carl palmer). . Livin' on a razor's edge. Sharper than a knife. Surrender to the power of wedge. Keep running for your life. You don't need no periscope.
I asked my friend I.D. if he could recall. The last 24 hours and the T.V on the floor. Shopping with bricks in the name of fun. I'd take it back officer but I don't know what I've done.
She fell fifteen floors. Then she died. It was the only way to see inside. The reasons trickle. From her fingers. And the brightness fades from her eyes.
What is there left for me. What is there left to feel. In this light you'd never get no sleep. We're stuck like steel. . Hey look you fool. More than you gave.
Let the hands fall to the floor. Allow these pupils to see organs. A telescopic view is almost arousing. No more holiness in denial. The trojan army is just a farce.
There's a hitch in the step. The tower is leading. Grown a thousand years. In a single heartbeat. . Ripped and torn at the seams. Ripped and torn at the seams.
In the hall lights flicker hum. With her buckles still undone. She hides beneath her blue trench coat. Gaze so soft, yet so remote. In that dusty uniform.
Something's calling my sunshine to the store. He thinks he'll get what he needs there. Sirens hide under each crack and wicked scar. They even made him a superstar.
Entras sin llamar;. no te esperaba y el azar. como una trampa te tendi. en mi camino.. Yo nada ped. y presumia de vivir. en la contemplacin,. en el deleite del placer,.
Puede que no sea an muy tarde. Para escribir esta cancin. No se si podr. Yo solo quera recordarte. Que vivo en la misma calle en el nmero 3. . Pero es que la distancia entre los dos cambi.
mejor llama a tu psicoterapeuta. mejor llama a tu psicoterapeuta. si son cucumelos comelos. masticalos tragalos despedazalos. rompete la cabeza. dtela contra la mesa.
montevideo no es l.a. city. ni vos sos negro, chicano o inmigrante. por eso toda la basura que decs. me resbala por la parte de adelante. el concurso del champin ms rapero,.
i hear your voice close on the phone. but i know you're far away. i've waited so long to talk to you. but now i can't find the words to say. so i sit and i listen to you.
A wallflower punch talks to Judy. In a crowded corner where anybody can listen in. But they don't read page to page or speak easy. Now they're gonna go say the words.
I'll tell you why I don't want to know where you are. I got a joke I been dying to tell you. A silent kid is looking down the barrel. To make the noise that I kept so quiet.