Let's say that was then here we go again. All our friends are filling the room, it's like a play. And the words that I'll say are not for you. They're for that costume, giving you hope.
First she's going to relocate it. to the southland. stake her claim in Silverlake. what she's showing off. will be on your account. there's little doubt she's.
You don't have to pay for any more. Of what I'm selling door to door!. I will demonstrate for free.... But each opportunity.... Always ends in an apology....
Everyone needs a form of escape. Sometimes we all just need a break. A laugh, a dance, a smile, a song. But this music needs a beat. No its not what you think, not the drums.
Why must I feel like this today. I'm a soldier but afraid sometimes. To face the things that may. Block the sun from shinin' rays. And fill my life with shades of grey.
Do you want to feel something. that represents the end. Write letters to anyone. words you'll never send. . Once shared, you cared enough. We live. Burned my boat on the sea.
Making love with ghosts,. Love them so much it hurts. I took a bullet. I took a ride in a hearse. If it didn't make it worse. But you're invisible. and I'm the one who makes it cursed.
It all began the day I found. That from my window I could only see a piece of sky. I stepped outside and looked around. I never dreamed it was so wide or even half as high.
A circumstance of chance. New steps in every dance. In place of a romance. A sidelong secret glance. Has come around again. Sands of time fall grain by grain.
When I walk on water you hear the steps sing/. Rain drops hit soft. As gods best beats/. Behind these bars I'm set free/. Tom Cruise'd oceans trying to catch me/.
Primitive love, I want what it used to be. Primitive love, no more in love, it's all a hustle. What's done is done, now it's my turn to have some fun.
Not one motion of her gesture could I forget. The prettiest bag lady I ever met. Pushing her cart in the rain then gathering plastic and glass. She watched the day pass, not hour by hour but pain by pain.
I hail from a suburb. Outside southeast. No I ain't the type. I don't like to run in the streets. And I ain't really into none of that. Uh. Pimp & thug mentality.
Are you tired of hanging out in your car. And getting sweated by the boys in blue?. Tired of getting shot by your best friend and not receiving. Any medical attention because of lack of insurance?.
Are you tired of hanging out in your car. And getting sweated by the boys in blue?. Tired of getting shot by your best friend and not receiving. Any medical attention because of lack of insurance?.
I search for what is right and with everyday I fight. For what I feel needs to be done. The years keep slipping by I try to. Get the most out of my life.
I'm trying to move ahead without thinking of what I left behind.. But it doesn't do me any good.. There's peices of the past that come up and make it hard on me now..
Stick your fingers in the eyes of night. Rip open the belly of death and you'll see what is real. Tear down the image of youth all around. Steal the dreams from their minds and you'll find all their lies.
Hoy me dejo estirar, amasar. dejar mi cuerpo en una tabla de madera. Hoy me dejo cortar, cocinar. harn mil partes de mi,. estofado de Mar.. . Ay! este cuchillo que entra y que sale.
As he laid there. His life flashed in front of him. He wonders if he can. Take back some of his past. . As he looks back on everything. He's got so much.