A small Jean Genie snuck off to the city. Strung out on lasers and slash-back blazers. Ate all your razors while pulling the waiters. Talking 'bout Monroe and walking on Snow White.
Todo lo que. Creas y destruyes. Todo lo que. Te guía y te confunde. . Todo lo que puedas desear. Todo lo que quieres evitar. Todo lo que pierdes. Al ganar.
What is the architect doing?. He is by the riverside. What is he thinking out there?. He is committing egocide. Now isn't that a strange thing?. Well to him it feels just.
Take away all that you're betrayed. Feel my pain and know that you're to blame. And I will not regret through all these years you've taken. What was pure and left stained And I will not look back upon.
Turnaround, every now and then I get a little bit lonely and you're never coming round. Turnaround, every now and then I get a little bit tired of listening to the sound of my tears.
Blurry eyes half bent and I can't take you sober. Tricking off the rotting strip that we've been trudging under. We ducked into a dim lit room out where the river bends.
Now I need. More than just words to disbelieve. (It's taken everything). Sinking these teeth into. (Something live). Talk is cheap. There are no words for.
She had just busted out of the whorehouse. And was looking for a drink to celebrate the divorce. She told 'em she was going out for smokes -- and never looked back.
Everything's blue in this world. . He couldn't believe how easy it was. (he put the gun into his face). Bang!. (so much blood for such a tiny little hole).
Now the 11th hour. Is gonna' slip right through your fingers. Rise like an old prize fighter. That's been K.O.'d on the canvas. . Haven't you learned?.
The last leaf clings to the bough. Just one leaf, that's all there is now. And my last hope live with that lonely leaf, lonely leaf. With the last leaf that clings to the bough.
A thousand days of yesterdays. Time since come and gone. A thousand days of yesterdays. The road goes by so long. . Tomorrow comes like wind blown clouds.
Cómo se deja el alcohol?. ¿cuándo dijimos qué no?. ¿dónde quedaron los últimos "cinco" si sé, qué te los dejé a vos?. ¿cómo se hace para parar?. ¿cómo se siente no vivir más?.
El "gordo" porcel, alberto olmedo. Diego armando maradona. Luca prodan, carlos gardel. Las madres y las abuelas. Que no olvidan ni perdonan. Ante el indulto y la obediencia de una ley.
Ya no entiendo más. Esa salvación. Que ideaste solamente para tu satisfacción. Y salgo a caminar. Vuelo en mi confusión. Y deliro como un loco. En mi teatro de insatisfacción.
Oh she may be weary. Them young girls they do get wearied. Wearing that same old miniskirt dress. But when she gets weary. You try a little tenderness.
Wine is sweet and gin is bitter. Drink all you can but you won't forget her. You talk too much, you laugh too loud. You see her face in every crowd. .
Through the twilight, I can hear the humming of a melancholy coon (mm-mm). For the memories that still linger, I thank you mister Moon. And, although I've never smiled.
There once was a very famous man. On his famous horse he'd ride through the land. The people used to see him everywhere. When he died, they put a statue in the square.
Hi there, nice to be with you, glad you could stick around.. Like to introduce `Legs' Larry Smith, drums. And Sam Spoons, rhythm pole. And Vernon Dudley Bohay-Nowell, bass guitar.