made: the way we never talk / the day. the news slipped out:. . i watched the big distraction glow. and suddenly was found with hollow. roads of "i don"t know", think.
Buccigrossi-Rinciari-Lovecchio-Vecchioni. Lei, lei si risvegli. lui e lui la baci. principessa ed il suo re. su un cavallo bianco in due. i capelli al vento e poi.
Buccigrossi-Paoluzzi-Lovecchio. Noi, vuoto concreto pieno del niente che resta ormai. e poi per noi, tempo invischiato nella certezza di nuovi guai. noi ragazzi siamo soli nelle citt nelle campagne dovunque sia.
Melloni-Pizzoli-Zandon-Lovecchio-Maggio. Perch Michela non tace mai. s'impiccia sempre dei fatti miei. e mi sfinisce di consigli. anche quando non li vorrei.
he's a poorboy. he lives on the street. he's got no money. and no place. to sleep. he shops at goodwill. then he buys some wine. he picks through dumpsters.
Our systems are all go. No one here's getting pigeonholed. There's a free line to where we go. Where anything is possible. . We're alright. 'Cause we do what we do and we do it every night.
Our systems are all go. No one here's getting pigeon holed. There's a free line to where we go. Where anything is possible. We're alright. Cause we do what we do and we do it every night.
Tell you 'bout the future. Of a heart that heals with time.... Still I see in you. Someone I once know. Way back in the past. When my song had words. And the words were meant for you.
Pubics tube--. . spoken:. stinkin rich is x rated. . buck:. guess whos squirtin', comin', playin' with the kitty cat. it's uncle climax with a fist full of titty fat.
The sun is shining on full blast, it's garbage day,. Airing my tires and all my cares are far away,. You're looking like a million bucks, feeling good and sorta frisky,.
plastic bags--. . our father, who art here among us. in thy name sacred, and the physical humongous. give us this day our daily gift. of science to drop, and knowledge to lift.
20 some years is a long walk. even if it's not in a straight line. you see a lot of things in the distance. y'know what they say about great minds. you and I think about the same things.
20 some years is a long walk. even if it's not in a straight line. you see a lot of things in the distance. y'know what they say about great minds. you and I think about the same things.
Sky diver, your pants are on fire and the rest of your clothes. is blowing. And for some strange reason, your nose is growing. My skin is crawling, everybody's chin is falling,.
C'mon and take a walk with me; you ain't got nothing else to do / the stars are out, let's talk about the dreams we'll make come true. . So what, we can't get off the block; neveryoumind paris, france / the night is young and full of fun given half a chance.
Richard Bryant. There was a white man from South Carolina. Dabbled in anthropology. He took ship to the African continent. In the year of 1903. Will you lead me through the jungle.