Så som himlen ser ut. en tisdag över skolans. kommunala korridorer. Klockan fyra i oktober. Strax innan det mörknar. och det luktar från bespisningen.
Du springer aldrig ifatt,. när jag väl är där. jag vill inte tänka framåt. men är livrädd att fastna här. nu kan det vara för sent. att säga som det är.
Statues without hearts stones with no feelin'. Playin' out a part never feelin' what we say. Statues without hearts stones with no feelin'. That's what we'll become if we let love get away.
Steppin' stone. . Here I am at another dead end. Stopped in my tracks again. Closer then I've ever been to where I wanna be. A broken heart standin' in my way.
(Lari White/Chuck Cannon/Bebe Winans). . I got the scoop I got the skinny it`s the truth and there ain`t. Any doubt about it. I`m in the groove it`s got me movin give me room I got to sing.
(lari white). . Yeah, I got one foot on the highway. One foot on that old dirt road back home. I got one foot on the highway. One's on that old dirt road back home.
(Lari White/Chuck Cannon). . Something old, something new. Something borrowed, something blue. It was the perfect wedding day. Band of gold, dress of white.
I've got a closet full of sensible shoes. I keep my head, never lose my cool. I'm well known for my practical ways. But ooh, one of these days. . I wanna be somebody's fool.
I've been living in the light of the shadows. Why won't you let me leave?. And I've been trying to find my way to the shallows. But the water's just too deep.
He wants to know. What it feels like to mess around, mess around. She wants to know. What it feels like to settle down, settle down. He's got the money but, oh it's not enough.
In my ear, finally my saviour is here. In my ear, finally my saviour is here. I hear you call me from the other room. You say my name as if you know what you're about to do.
All i have's this journal that i write. sketches of a 20-something life. glory pieces shining on a page. boxing night of disappointing rage. legends never leave an ounce of flesh.
i wasted now. i think of you. why do i promote. such self abuse?. what should have been. what we could have said. doesn't matter now. hit the road instead.
another day. waking up to find myself in the same way. feeling homeless, and helpless, this world's. heartless. . take some time. and watch these problems drift away.
Te extrao mas que nunca y no s que hacer. Despierto y te recuerdo a la amanecer. Me espera otro da por vivir sin ti;. El espejo no miente, me veo tan diferente.
Sylvestre Matuschka. Sylvestre Matuschka. One more. Buried nugget. Of the dark history. Of the darkest side of man. Austria, 1931. Hungarian, hero - World War I.
Snake on a dune. Sand so moist and cool. Crawls up to a ledge. To survey the valley below. Slither into town. In the velvet Elvis night. Spiralling remains.