I wanna peel off some lace tonight. And then I thought. That I got you. Like a careful capture. Your hug becomes a straitjacket now. Shook-up about it.
Sleeping, I saw you in a dream. Hey, I'm feeling kinda sick these days. I come along, I smell the air. I hear them smile and I'm beside me. My head feels light and so are theirs.
Sweetness, please try. The summer springs to mind, said I. Most of that night now escapes me, she replied. . No, don't let in. For years of curious fear derived.
I went down among the dust and pollen. to the old stone fountain in the morning after dawn. underneath were all these pennies fallen from the hands of children.
Wanderers this morning came by. Where did they go. Graceful in the morning light. To banner fair. To follow you softly. In the cold mountain air. . Through the forest.
Just as the sand made everything round. Just as the tar seeps up from the ground. Bitter dancer, ever turning. So was the day that you came to town. .
Light ended the night, but the song remained. And I was hiding by the stair, half here. Half there, past the lashing rain. And as the sky would petal white, old innocent lies came to mind.
[Chorus]. Go! Go! Black and gold!. Old-time hockey, bar the door. Clear the track it's all-out war. Light the lamp, throw a hit. Black and gold never quit.
I've been a wild rover for many's the year. And I spend all my money on whiskey and beer. And now I'm returning with gold in great store. And I never will play the wild rover no more.
Its another November evening. As you remember your way home. You (beat?) out your aggressive tendencies. On what's left of your blackend soul.. You've come to this conclusion.
You're the fighter, you've got the fire. The spirit of a warrior, the champion's heart. You fight for your life because the fighter never quits. You make the most of the hand you're dealt.
Wash away all the lines on your face that show how you've aged it's a long way down. Your back's been broken you can't make the rounds the tables are turned as the litany goes....
The greats come alive, the water's on fire. Have I been to this place before. Yeah we danced through the night as the flames burned bright. And the patrons passed out on the floor.
Ill tell you a story, beleive me its true. a tale that i hope never happens to you of spicey mchaggis,. how he met his fate,. you i can save but for him its too late.
She had excuses and she just used them. She was the victim of unspeakable abuses. Her husband was violent, malicious and distant. Her kids now belong to the state of Massachusetts.
The season's upon us, it's that time of year. Brandy and eggnog, there's plenty of cheer. There's lights on the trees and there's wreaths to be hung. There's mischief and mayhem and songs to be sung.
They they can make a law,. Then I can break a law.. If I can break a law,. Will the law break me?. It comes tumbling down again,. I can't comprehend,.
"The punishment no longer fits the crime". . Each day when I wake up and I set my best foot forward. I'll make an effort to be all that I can be.. I take a look around me and I wonder how things change so much.
How could you choose a path without knowing where you'd end up. Where you came from was a time and place that you had never been. Is this the only road.