En donde ests, en cualquier lugar,. y a donde quieras ir tras la tormenta,. o al viento cabalgar, yendo al norte o al sur,. ya sin dudar toma la ruta cuarenta..
I was cruisin' in a car. Down Melrose Boulevard. When I stopped all the traffic. I was laughin' so hard. Standin' on the corner. Was this rock n roll dude.
Como las aguas se van del mar. Y el ro se agota y se seca. As el hombre yace y no vuelve a levantarse. Mas los aos contados vendrn. Y yo ir por el camino de donde no volver.
Como las aguas se van del mar. Y el ro se agota y se seca. As el hombre yace y no vuelve a levantarse. Mas los aos contados vendrn. Y yo ir por el camino de donde no volver.
Como las aguas se van del mar. Y el ro se agota y se seca. As el hombre yace y no vuelve a levantarse. Mas los aos contados vendrn. Y yo ir por el camino de donde no volver.
(Dame emoción, dame emoción). (Dame emoción, dame emoción). . Estoy entrando al espiral. De un mundo espiritual. Celebrar un ritual. . Es un trance corporal.
Even now. I find myself. Thinking about what we had. All this time. I wonder why. Our good love went bad. . I fell so empty inside. It's like a part of me died.
They make your bed, don't they. Long ago they fought and died for faith - what's changed ?. It's said that we've acquired tolerance to build more bridges.
Used to recognize the gun in your hand. Promise, squandered. Used to understand the stake in your heart. Mileage, road worth. . But it's hard to recognize the massive burden.
I'm not the one who is pointing the finger you. hypocrite we're not true enough to be part but i. speak of what i have learned i haven't a flag to be.
Time to ride the snake eyes gone dead and blank i. don't wanna talk to a stranger i once knew. single-minded hunt to fill the bottomless well i. can't afford the labor of the feelings that you ask.
how does it feel ??? we all made sure here another mile,. 5 years expire attempting seemly airless time. restrain everything i have. confine the gun it takes so long,.
Don't leave me in this room. The walls are closing in. This is the space I used to say. The line is drawn for you each day. . But every day you show. With sound of caving walls.
She broke up with me, two days later. I think she met her Don Juan in, Italy. She has a new man, I have a new mustache. . Now all my friends are gonna call me mountain man.
he shouts fire in a crowded room. with some conscience intend draws a jaggy. great line between freedom and excess. he returns it with a sound of hope and falling on ?.
maybe i'm just thirty and i don't want to go to parties anymore. only really need a few close friends. i'm just tryin' to keep the hair on my head. i think it's time we tie the knot and you and.
Proceeds, who's in?. Who wants a piece of him?. So many articles to choose from. Comrade, artiste. A taste for evidence. Hold on to articles of faith.
Tears are in you. for me my.... somehow restless. annoying. peacefully, to all. for our time. feeling. could it be, you. The past is all what we will.
O never, o never. I could imagine,. How you. . O leave, o leave. This for us and for us. And for a while. For a while to break.
Playing rock and roll. On a Friday night. A noise complaint. Turned into a fight. . The neighbors were loud. It disturbed our crowd. We played some more.