As the sun goes down. And he sends the stars without a sound. I will wait for you, angel. To escape with you, angel. . You are far too much beauty. For this world.
Silver bell. Silver bell. Yeah that`s the name of the old motel. You were traveling when they fell. Down on a bed at the silver bell. . How you been, I`m doing well.
Come on. Natalie la Rose. . I wanna rock with somebody (woah yeah). I wanna take shot with somebody (shot, shot, shot, shot). I wanna leave with somebody (somebody, c'mon, c'mon).
Come on. Natalie la Rose. . I wanna rock with somebody (woah yeah). I wanna take shot with somebody (shot, shot, shot, shot). I wanna leave with somebody (somebody, c'mon, c'mon).
It's getting much colder beyond. the sky's bright light. I see white smoke fading.. Upon last summers sun,. dissolving into honey I let. my lonely bones speak louder..
The crutch that I hold,. as brittle as old bone.. Gonna hail their omery stones,. 'cause hell I don't, hell I don't,. hell I don't feel anything.. . Ooh the words you wrote are the ones I spoke..
She sucks in salty water. and sniffles down her hurt. and guzzles on the disassociation. in her thinning blood.. We drank wine for breakfast. sitting by side in our dressing gowns.
Someday soon you're gonna catch that dream you've been chasing. Someday Soon. Someday Soon. Someday Soon. Someday Soon. . Out there in the air tonight.
**(Chorus)**. Summertime is here. And it feels so good. Kickin it. Rollin through my neighborhood. Music is bumpin. And the girlies look so fine. I just her.
(Milton Nascimento/Fernando Brant). Participao especial: Gal Costa. Venho do sol. a vida inteira no sol. sou filho da terra do sol. hoje escuro. o meu futuro luz e calor.
(Nelson Angelo). Olha. a volta do rio. virou a vida. a gua da fonte. nossa tristeza. o sol no horizonte. uma ferida. Olha. o ouro da mina. virou veneno.
(M. Nascimento - Fernando Brant, 1980). Morte, vela, sentinela sou. Do corpo desse meu irmo que j se vai. Revejo nessa hora tudo que ocorreu. Memria no morrer.
Standing so close to the edge. Pumping more until they burst. The only thing not being done. Is getting these bridges burned. . Still sowing seeds of hate.
Originally performed by Napalm Death. . On the path to individual freedom,. I'm met with countless obstructions.. An external vacuum distorts my observance,.
Your heartless compassion just tears through my flesh. Like burning red flaming blades of steel. You got it all but there's always one more pound. Cutting with precision, you know what you want.
Try to get out, you try to get out. What kept you then sure as hell keeps you now. You try to change but they keep you in line. In line, are you your own master?.
Pulling the weight. On our shoulders. Finding the strength. The lost will power. . Turning the wheel. Panting for new air. Accepting the deal. Staying strong for the slaves.
Jvla prster, snackar skit. Dom bara ljuger, gr allt fr profit. Lsa i bibeln och be sin bn. Fr min del kan dom lika grna d!. . Lika bra! Lika bra!. Lgg ner eran kyrka era jvla svin!.
Try to purify. The well of dirty lies. Overflown with deadly sins. . An attempt to pacify. With orders to comply. A calm breeze before it all begins. .
Another war has started and now all life is gone. Now the earth is crying and the judging has been done. . The victims now har started the desperate fight for peace.