Over the mountains across the sea. Come the men of eternal night. Hooded disciples of misery. Leading the evil crusade. . Through forests of darkness in faraway lands.
Screaming out loud at the top of my lungs. Ready or not baby here I come. I know you're ready by the look in your eyes. No need to worry, we've got all night.
What's my story would you. Like to know it. Open ended, always spend it,. Life pretended now. What is this I am looking. For. A place to. Find a space that keeps me.
I stare, I tear, I creep, sleep. I taste your breath, your lips sweet. I will be there to feel. . Tripping, falling, sailing by. Beyond the wind in the sky.
You coax the blues right out of the horn, Mame. You charm the husk right off of the corn, Mame. You've got the banjoes strummin'. And plunkin' out a tune to beat the band.
Bonaerense Ruta Setenta y seis,. sendero ayer transitado. por los pampas de Catriel.. . Con rumbo al Sauce Corto, para visitar. Indios Ricos de Ventana,.
Fue amanecer, cuando un amigo.. Tu voz se trajo, grabadita en un cassette.. . Escucharte me golpo,. fro cual viento fueguino. barre los llanos selknam de pueblo aoni kenk..
Regresando.. Donde duermen mis huesos.. El sol, con su cachetada, sacude mi plexo.. Obligndome a reflexionar. En que nadie me espera,. Y en que corta es la vida.
Driving through. A lonely road. I put my mind in a frozen numb mode. . A hundred miles. I have to go. Sweetest moment. Leave me on my own. . All I feel is true.
What if I say to you. That I have a little problem. That my soul is empty and insipid. Like an average russian watermelon. . There's no music. There's no shine.
Stunned and scared I've been standing against the wall. You're my imaginary friend in my imaginary world. All that I can do is just run behind the night.
Lord, I was born a ramblin' man. Tryin' to make a livin' and doin' the best I can. And when it's time for leavin', I hope you'll understand. That I was born a ramblin' man.
The conversation died last night,. On the heels of another fight,. And you had so much more to say yeah,. . And now my telephone is blind,. I put my bottle on rewind,.
it was just another boring friday night. when things got a little out of control. a record player and some cds. is what he stole. . well he claims he wiped the finger prints.
there's a broken needle scratchin my 45 collection. through a burned out, blown 2-speaker combination. . there's nothin left to do but crank it up loud.
i met this girl the other day. sitting alone on the wednesday train. i said, "what's wrong? you look so sad.". . she said she's got something inside. that she's not willing to confide.