Been bad, so bad. I take back all the things I've done and I've said. I've been a fool, such a fool, wish I make it all right by releasing you. What you do you do with your life is your interest,.
nobody wants to see a fool. Nobody wants to see him falling down. Nobody wants to see him cry. Nobody wants to see him lay down and die. Somebody save me, save me from me.
As I sit alone, I can dream of anything. I'll fly into the view, scene from the scaffolding. Jumbo sweeps away, I'll hang on for my dear life. Hawaii here I come.
Reflections start to lie. When the mirror knows too much. Yesterday has past. Tomorrow's long since gone. Thirteen years and nothing's changed. The promises, they died.
BENEATH THE WILLOW TREE. SHE BECKONS ME DEEP INSIDE. AN AUTUMN'S CHILL WITCHES SPELL. BY CANDLELIGHT LEDGENDS CRY. . SO SAD THE GHOST. BEHIND HER PRECIOUS SMILE.
Sweet Sister Temperance. She of the model-hearted innocence. So eloquent and immune to despair. Her tears smooth bands of reddish hair. . Why subtle for a.
Loose lips sink ships.. Salt sips rose hips.. All along, it was the ocean's song. That called me down to listen to her.. Standing drenched by a 40 ft. coral fence..
Let me tell 'bout a kid I know.. We met a while ago.. At the State Fair.. He was showing his blue ribbon pig.. I was thinging big.. While I was combing my hair..
All that I have is this dull paring knife. Peeling potatoes the rest of my life. Dirt floors make dust so I hope for the best. I carry candles with pains in my chest.
Let me tell 'bout a kid I know.. We met a while ago.. At the State Fair.. He was showing his blue ribbon pig.. I was thinging big.. While I was combing my hair..
Let me tell 'bout a kid I know.. We met a while ago.. At the State Fair.. He was showing his blue ribbon pig.. I was thinging big.. While I was combing my hair..
Hey little boy with the bowties to spare. Perched on the rooftop, the wind in your hair. We tell you jump and you do it on cue. You fly alone but you know we love you.
They say not far away, In fact upon that hill. They say that there's a little girl there still. She wasn't raised like the other kids. Miss Lynn, the Snow Hen of Austerlitz.
Do you believe in the signs of the zodiac?. Haven't you found that the systems for planning always fail?. Can you avoid what gave daddy his heart attack?.
We like to smoke pot. We like it a lot. Our small eyes are tearing. For what we have not. . The nice pipe is here. A lighter is near. I won't become freaked out.
Once it started. the frail and fainthearted. just withered to the floor. Oh so sadly. we examined hands burned badly. by that which no man fears more.
In a prehistoric dried-up lake. A million years after the last earthquake. There lived a little girl who loved to bake. The only thing she made was cake.
I carry a secret message that I must give to you. It concerns suspicious blessings. Now, I'm sure you'll know what to do. And if it should be some bad news.
In a prehistoric dried-up lake. A million years after the last earthquake. There lived a little girl who loved to bake. The only thing she made was cake.
(Gil). Boneca de pano gente. Sabugo de milho gente. E o sol nascente to belo. Stio do Pica-Pau Amarelo. Emlia, Pica-Pau. Narizinho, Pica-Pau. Dona Benta, Pica-Pau.