Olha enfia a carapua. mas no compres o velho fato de anans. o estilo no se empresta e nada tem sentido. a tua falta, meu papua. Se podes tu no podes. Tanto faz.
Crossing the distance. Hear the sound. . Through your horizon. I'll be found. . I'm captured by your love. I face the ground. . I go down down down down down.
Adrienne Young. . Pretty Ella Arkansas. Birthed 9 daughters and a son. She was a sure shot with a pistol. And here bare feet loved to run. There was raven hair and brown skin.
Poison. . Gonna take a long time to get over you. Loves poison addiction offers me no rescue. Gonna be a hard road back to where I started from. Cause you touched the deepest part of me and filled me.
Wake up in the morning in the moonlight grey. We got dirt to break, we got a note to pay. Gonna plow, plow to the end of the row. Wake up in the morning and plow to the end of the row.
Yeah, she's just been to Russia and they're dying, their faces. They're dying over there. A pretty pink rose. . That rock 'n' roll lady takes a spaceship ride.
In holland there is a table. In front of me. With cafe' au lait. And some kind of cookie. Outside the window. There's a wide and gentle canal. Two swans swim in it,.
Hello. . Hello, honey, I hope I didn't wake you up. But I had to hear your voice. I'm standing in another phone booth. Somewhere on the moon. . I'm alright, I guess.
People fly, people flee. People clam and say, "It wasn't me". People fish, people beef. People arm to the teeth. . Yes, you've got people on the tube.
When I wake up in my tree. Wake up in my bedroom tree. A little girl and a parakeet. Are singing to me. . My, oh my, what a peaceable kingdom. Why would I ever wanna leave.
The day is blue, there's nothing to do. But watch the sad review of life going by.... . All the broken people in a world of hurt. And all the hungry people crying in the dirt.
I killed the beasts on my fathers side. My dagger sled into the black hearts. Courage and power I felt, power killed the greed. Pride was my desire, fear I defeat.
This is a pointless teenage anthem. About how great things used to be. The kind that tugs your heartstrings. Like rhythmic atrophy. . A pointless teenage anthem.
Penelope, I guarantee. You've never seen a thing like this. Gravity has taken leave from my bedroom. You must come. You must come and see me. I'm bouncing high above my bed.
There is nothing to be scared of. In my trap, frightened of love. Don't try to fight me. You might even like me. Sends a shiver down your spine. Told you that you would be mine.
your not much trouble. i've seen it before. we're off to the movies. we pay at the door. . so it's all just make believe. and it's all that we can see.
Isn't it strange. But it makes a change. From the usual mediocraty. Sing about big brother. Or sing about some other. Brave new world. Medieval factions.
here we go. no no no (whoo ooh). piece of shit car,. i gotta piece of shit car. . that fucking pile of shit. never gets me very far.. . my cars a big piece of shit.