Is this success?. Tuesday night and penniless. Sign on, chill out, skin up. It's your shout. Forgone, I am. In life, I'm damned. . This is like Hollywood.
Wasn't meant. To be so long in silence. But it took so long. To belong. . I'm bored. Out of my tiny mind. . If this is all it is. Then you're gone to heaven.
Take me back to yesterday. 'Cause I'm not alright and it's not okay, no. I know but I won't admit it. Someone take me away. . I'm not okay, so take me away.
Hurry up and beat the rush. be the first to cut us down. i don't have to run anything by you. that would seem to be the cool thing to do. you don't know me so step the fuck back kid.
this songs about you. and all the shit you put me through. this songs about the thing. that drives me crazy. this songs about the things. that you do to that get to me.
Let's go. . And the story stays the same. The only difference is the name. He's a nice guy and she is a bad girl. He thinks that she can do no wrong. Although secretly she longs for every penis in the world.
The year is two double 0 two, nothing is brand new. Kid Jimmy, you know you hear me spittin' lyrics over loops. Close friends used to call me Supes, Mad respect to CI crew.
(F. Venturini - R. Bastos). Foi assim, como ver o mar. A primeira vez que meus olhos. Se viram no seu olhar. No tive a inteno de me apaixonar. Mera distrao e j era.
Time is so hard to find when your occupied. Lost in my own world, I didn't notice what's happening. Last time that I saw you I said things. That I didn't mean and now I wish I could take them back.
So the Golden Age passed away to silver. But that was long ago. There were swimming holes and the Vaudeville. They gave way to this. . Bronze turned itself slowly into iron.
As frail hinges pivot on a case's door. Commemorative souvenirs from places. Containers change with each occasion. A cellophane encased display of paper certificate.
Detroit to D.C. night train. Capitol, parts East. Lone young man takes a seat. And by the rhythm of the rails. Reading all his mother's mail. From a city boy in a jungle town.
Here is the store house of Her Majesty. Well guarded by sentry but looks are free. . Call this the ray-less and benighted age. Witches by tallow candles shifted.
Can I be unhappy? Look at what I see. A beast in furs and crowned in luxury. . He's a wealthy man in the poorest land, a self-appointed king. And there's no complaining while he's reigning.
The painted desert can wait till summer. We've played this game of 'just imagine' long enough, wait till summer. When I'm sure the rain has ended, the blooms have gone.
Frail hinges pivot on. A cases door, commemorative. Souvenirs from places. Containers change, each occasion. . Cellophane encased. Displaying paper certificate.
Bent double like old beggars in sacks. Knock kneed and cursing or coughing like hags. Men marched on sleeping some without boots. Fatigue drunken deaf still to the hoots.
These are the days, ohh. . These are days, you'll remember. Never before and never since, I promise. Will the whole world be warm as this and as you feel it.
Those schoolgirl days of telling tales and biting nails are gone. But in my mind I know they will still live on and on. But how do you thank someone who's taken you from crayons to perfume? It isn't easy, but I'll try.
The still and silence is torn with violence. A loud breaking sound in the night is made. Hear it grow, hear it fade. . The sound you're hearing, the sound you're fearing.