In the dark of night. When the last drop of blind youth. Has left you. . You will wake to find. That you have been lied to. You're nothing more. . Than cells, same as the ones that surround you.
Verse 1 (Tosha). . Every time I think Im gettin closer to you baby, oh no,. I hear some bird chirpin sayin' how she got her ass tow,. You got no self-control when youre in the mood,.
'Cause my everything is you. You are my everything. You give me the melody. I sing what you give to me. . I'll be your passenger. I'll go where you want me to.
Ill use these eyelashes for good. But they wont catch one more tear. And Ill use these lips to sing. A song you'll never hear. . You couldn't stand when i was crawling.
Is there a sun there in your hand?. A little light that battles with itself. Is there a message in the sand,. that tells me how to set the world in flames?.
Spiral staircase... to the center. of the earth. Green lit orb... siar eye... one and first. Hidden hole... pit of Jura... Serpent Cult. Descending down... steps of bone... greet the cold.
Ohhhh. Pull. Pull away. Away from everyone. Is there some way out?. Somewhere you can go?. Oh no no no. We don't have the answers, sailed a thousand years, that's on your own.
Cerco una scusa per scriverti.. Parlare della morte per esorcizzare,. soltanto un altro modo di aspettare.. Dovevi credermi.. . Quante mani spingono il mio corpo?.
Io. sono qui. seduto accanto a te. e mi sento un po' a disagio.. Io. non so. come mettere le gambe. e il braccio:. ti stringerei.. . Prendo del vino,.
Sono piccolo. ed ingombrante.. Un po' ridicolo,. un po' elegante.. Io cerco un'altra identità,. dimensione fisica.. . Sensorialità,. costantemente. con le sue ovvietà..
when its gone.... life is meaningless, until its gone. but who gives a fuck when its gone?. when its gone.... you cannot see the end, until its gone. there is no more light in your eyes.
This party don't stop.... . Verse 1. Here we go. see I'm loving what you do to me so if it's cool (let me know). we can take it to the VIP because the (party don't stop till three).
The white ducks fly. All past the sun. Their wings flap silver at the moon. . While waters rush down the mountaintops. My [? ] plays circus tunes. . I dance to the wonders of your feet.
When I look up to the sky. I see your eyes, a funny kind of yellow. Rush home to bed, I soak my head. I see your face underneath my pillow. . I wake next morning but I'm still yawning.
Every time I see your face. It reminds me of the place. We used to go. All's I got is a photograph. And I'm feelin' like. You're not comin' back anymore.
Restless, three days without sleep, his mind wrapped in barely perceptible haze, he continues east, shaking, despite the stuttering convulsions and near death throes of his endearing 1962 chevro.
Thousand are the words. As I close my eyes. and drown in my little. prayer for nothing. . Like dust dissolving in a water. too deep, too cold, too dark.
Music. A-turn on that radio. As loud as it can go. Wanna dance until my feet cant feel the ground. . Say goodbye to all my fears. One good song, they disappear.