I wipe off the coma that. I have taken lying. Down. Down.. . The trigger had been inside.. The sleeper is. Awake. Now! Now!. . Trust in me.. Our future is filled with promise..
(Tracy Schwarz). . Oh the poor old dirt farmer,. He's lost lost all his corn. And now where's the money. To pay off his loan?. . He lost all his corn.
Well, I tried to run my game. She said "Man, that's the same old thing I've heard before". And I'm too tired to go for your show. (again and again). And she started to explain.
You are the reason, you are the thing that binds my soul. You are the entity, you are the thing that takes control. . You are the stain that stays. You are the chains that bind my life.
I was on your side and I can't believe. That it's coming back to haunt me. You were on that side too. And I can't, no, I can't go back and save you. .
As far as I can see. Walking, walking, walking,. away from me. And for all I know.. Demeanor gives it all away. Talking, talking,. right over me. And for all I know..
Thoughts flood fast in my head, in my head.. Saved for last. It's a long, long road back.. . Objections build a stronger me.. Objections build a real intensity..
Put your head on my shoulder. Hold me in your arms, baby. Squeeze me, oh, so tight. Show me that you love me too. . Put your lips next to mine. Won't you kiss me once, baby.
Backstage, everyone wants a piece of JD. Kathleen's on the phone and i got to go get paid. See, promoter's making small talk. He says we knocked his socks off.
One the morning of June 14, 1968. A group of hippies fled into the mountains of Colorado. To wait for doomsday. . Four months and eight days. Been waiting here.
Make my decisions, carry my flame. Reading my lines for the camera's stare. Sentenced to follow. . Mental incisions easy to trace. Recycled all of my daily rhymes.
I shivered and listened. To a cold night's warning. I've never walked closer. To the edge of the dawning. . Every step that I take. Could carry me homeward.
Rising resistance decision to abort. Plan of peace in danger. This weight on our shoulders, much too heavy now to hold. Dreams of high cards, now have been thrown fold.
Witchery. Satanic rites. Summoning demons from the past. Caught. Standing on trial. The water will show how long you'll last. . Treachery towards our Lord.
No rejection to fear. Is it cause for concern?. Who's to say what is real. When I can prove I'm alive?. . Maybe I am more than this. But how can I believe?.
Ce soir je pars. Ce soir c'est le grand dpart. J'aurais pu te dire au revoir. Quand tu m'as port mon dner. Mais rien, j'ai tout gard en moi. Et ce soir dans la gare, je pars.
There was a band. Called The Pots and Pans.. They made this noise. That people couldn't stand. And when they toured. All across the land. The people said, "No, no, no!".
"Patty Lee, turn the lights on, please. There's something I don't understand. Patty Lee, turn the lights on please. This party's gotten out of hand.".
What have I done?. Sweet Jesus, what have I done?. Become a thief in the night,. Become a dog on the run. And have I fallen so far,. And is the hour so late.