I think I'll fall to pieces. If I don't find something else to do. This sadness never ceases. Oh, I'm still in love with you. . And my head, it keeps on reeling.
I was born at the wrong time. A child lost on the skyline. When I felt a need to change. So I looked deep within me. Somehow touched by the real me. Had to find another day.
Alison cries on a radio Monday. Lipstick goodbyes and a promise to call. He's in a veiled illusion. She's out of mind. They're happy ever after. And so am I.
This is called Snow Hill. . Slow days in restless rooms. A constant stream of girls in green. Toy guns for action men. On news at ten. . Cool handed candied lies.
everything is alright and awful. get yourself another. we'll stay up all night. and toast to friends we never had. stranger angels have swung around this table.
I've decided tonight I'm staying alive just kicking & screaming. Blood boiling & steaming. There are things far too dark to comprehend. Sleep on it one more night my sad old friend.
And now we proudly present. Songs perverse and songs of lament. A couple hymns of confession. And songs that recognize our sick obsessions. Sing along I'm on the ugly organ again.
And now, we proudly present. Songs perverse and songs of lament.. A couple of hymns of confession,. And songs that recognize our sick obsessions.. Sing along- I'm on the ugly organ again..
If you got the looks and if you got the goods. I suppose you could make it anywhere. You want to get made and you want to get laid. My model agent says you gots to get paid.
Oh God, no - please don't tell her. what I've done. I can hardly look at her. everything I love, I hurt. Oh God, yes - she is love. she is sex. But I used her for the game,.
I'll try to make this perfectly clear,. I'm so transparent I disappear.. These words I lyrically defecate,. Upon songs I boldly claim to create.. Clint steps in to establish the beat,.
In the desert, where the cities are made of gold,. There's a girl playing hopscotch with pink ribbon pigtails.. And hermom calls out from an apartment balcony,.
Swimming at night. We've dug this hole. The water's fine. I wonder how far down it goes. Down it goes.... Down it goes.... . The stars above have lost their shine.
Since I wrote this am I the culprit. These useless wisdoms I dispense. At your expense. Picture postcards. A three minute essay. Some scribbled words to four line verse.
Every step that I want to take. I'm told to hurry up and wait. And every time that I miss a break. It's just my luck, it's just my luck. . As I hold hands with hope.
(Pedro A. Beltrn). Por sus fiestas novembrinas. Y su santo San Martn. Llevamos alegra sin fin. Hasta sus playas marina'. Y en sus horas vespertinas. Se mira la mar serena.
(Pedro A. Beltrn). Por sus fiestas novembrinas. Y su santo San Martn. Llevamos alegra sin fin. Hasta sus playas marina'. Y en sus horas vespertinas. Se mira la mar serena.
Verse I. . Knowing what's real. Knowing what's your sordid fantasies. Forgotten who cares. Loosing controls the only road. Cannot be blind. To these vacant feelings.
Na na na. Na na na. Na na na. Na na na. . All the hip young things trying to make a scene. Living out forbidden dreams. Star spangled banner flutters in the sky.
Oh, ask the dust, no harm will come between us. Oh, beautiful, radiant child, eyes azure, vow to me. Your golden heart. Ooh, she moves in silence then whispers to me.