Hoje é segunda-feira e decretamos feriado. Chamei Dom Paulo Coelho e saímos lado e lado. Lá na esquina da Augusta quando cruza com a Ouvidor. Não é que eu vi o Sílvio Santos.
You were born at the ending. As the curtain came down. I can see you're confused girl but it's all right. It's only the chimes. Announcing a new time.
When you think you've got problems. When you're feeling confused. When you don't know from troubles. And your brain is in a shnew. Every Thomas Dick and hairy-face baboon.
Saying goodbye, going away. Seems like goodbye's such a hard thing to say. Touching a hand, wondering why. It's time for saying goodbye. Saying goodbye, why is it sad?.
When a cold wind blows it chills you. Chills you to the bone. But there's nothing in nature that freezes your heart. Like years of being alone. . It paints you with indifference.
Jeff Moss. Bear:. Extra! Extra! Somebody's getting married!. Bear 2:. Somebody's getting married? HEY, somebody's getting married!. Bear 3:. Whoa, somebody's getting married!.
Cold moon,. Lonely as can be,. Sailing where the starlight fades to blue.. Don't you,. Sometimes feel like me,. Wish the friends you dream about were true?.
It was on the rotating eyes. It was all on the same postcard. It was all on the same damn shirt. Said to sleep in the same Sear's camp house. . It was all in the great state parks.
This rock of ours is just some big mistake. And we will never know just where we go. Or where we have came from. These veins of mine are now some sort of fuse.
Wake-up we're stealing cars. 1996 1997 1998 we're all waiting for the year 2000. Just the smell on the summer can make me fall in love. . We go to the parties listen to the DJ's.
It was on the rotating eyes. It was all on the same postcard. It was all on the same damn shirt. Said to sleep in the same Sear's camp house. . It was all in the great state parks.
Well all's not well. But I'm told that it'll all be quite nice. You'll be drowned in boots like Mafia. But your feet will still float like Christ's. And I'll be damned.
Well all's not well. But I'm told that it'll all be quite nice. You'll be drowned in boots like Mafia. But your feet will still float like Christ's. And I'll be damned.
I was born in the factory. Far away from the milk and tea. What's the use?. Oh, what's the use?. . You chitters are split in half. A mechanical sacrificial calf for you.
We're lucky that. We're lucky that we slept. Didn't seem like we realized we'd be stuck in traffic. We're lucky that we slept. Not to be confused the points from the purpose.
Out of breath and out of cash, find yourself watching M.A.S.H., every night. On the couch. Woman says let's take a drive down south, roll down the. Windows and open our mouths taste where we are and play the music loud. Stop.
Won herself a pass to some far off moon. It was second class but what's to lose. And looking out her window she could more than assume. That you can't see air or time.
We were spitting venom at most everyone we know. If the damned gave us a road map then we'd know just were to go. Now let it drop. . let it all drop. Let it all drop.
This plane is definitely crashing. This boat is obviously sinking. This building's totally burning down. And my, and my (a whole bunch). And my heart has slowly dried up.