This circus is falling down on its knees. The big top is crumbling down. It's raining in Baltimore fifty miles east. Where you should be, no one's around.
When I think of Heaven, deliver me in a black-winged bird. I think of flying down in your sea of pens and feathers. And all other instruments of faith and sex and God.
The tepid carcass examinately reclines on my table. Its peculiar muscular activity, rigor mortis, works in. my favor. Determining PMI through rigid, bone-cracking means.
(S. Cossette, M. Langis / M. Langis). Seras-tu a Paris en decembre. Ou bien a Venise au Nouvel An. Ou seras-tu en avril, en septembre. Loin de moi, loin de moi.
(S. Cossette / S. Cossette). Je t'offre aujourd'hui. Car hier s'est eteint. Je te donne tout de suite. Car demain, c'est trop loin. Je te tends le present.
(S. Cossette / S. Cossette, M. Corriveau, R. Marchand). Comme si le vent m'avait. Tendrement tire d'un long sommeil.... Que me vaut cce geste si doux.
(S. Cossette / S. Cossette, M. Corriveau). Y'a des histoires que la memoire. Devrait laisser mourir au fond d'un tiroir. Y'a meme des sages qui ne peuvent contrer la rage.
When in Rome. Do as the Romans do. That's the only way. You're ever gonna make it through. Well if that's true. I'm never gonna make it in Rome. . Oh my it must be a crazy place.
[Lyrics & Music - Andrea Cipolla]. . Metal alloys and flesh in only one body. forged to bring famine and plague.. Robocorpse,. you're human misery's mistake,.
My cry echoes on a naked wall. Cold like a crystal. Numbered hours creeping. Insanity strangles reality. . Weakened, crushed, formed. New dimensions arise.
Now I lay here.. Surrounded by darkness.. And I really don't know,. Is this reality? Or is it just a dream". . Smell of death - morbid smell. What else can it be?.
Baby, I can see it in encochs eyes. Baby, I can see it in encochs eyes. Baby, I can see it in encochs eyes. Baby, I can see it in encochs eyes. . Baby, I can see it in encochs eyes.
Okay, we'll take it from...uh...we'll start at the beginning...okay, Ray is your hair alright? Okay...uh...here we go.... . One! Two! uh.... . It's three, four..
Hey!. Hey you know here I am. I'm here now. Here I am, I'm standing. I'm right here. Here I am, on my legs. I'm standing, standing here. Under me there is a place.
Somethin' strange is a'happenin' here. My baby's actin' mighty queer. I picked her up to go to the show. We sat back in the very last row. I went out to buy some coke.
Makin' love by the radio. A Cool Kitty and a Daddy-O. Beat up old car and those moonlight rides. My old rock n' roll baby goodbye. Oh my old rock n' roll baby goodbye.
People don't know he's lonely, sometimes he's blue. They don't see him layin' awake figurin' out what to do. People don't know he spends his life lookin' for a place to go.
I am Adam in the garden, hiding low behind the trees. And I am Jonah on the water, sailing far across the seas. Many roads I often travel, when Im running from the truth.
"To Hell with Boston's urban sprawl,". said I to you, dear wife.. "We'll hitch our wagon to the Western call,. Give the children a better life.. For what's now sand,.