On this day we were miles away, we saw a clock up in the sky. The hands lay on the show to pay, number fallen on its side. This day. . Just one note that was all she wrote and the sound blew down the walls.
Shadowed is the game. Rodent be thy claim. Any open door. Leads to instant things. . Make me go away. Take me to a place. Do some things to me. Make me go away.
Doesn't it blow so cold and lonely. Oh, and it's blowin your way. Thunder roars, the clouds are reeling. A thousand shades of gray. And it falls you see it all.
It's the shadow in the dark. The silver in the park. It's the broken, faded bird. You've learned to call your heart. . It's hotter than you can seek. Plainer than you or me.
I don't think too clearly on matters sincerely. And matters sincerely seem cloudy at best. There's debate about the mascot for a building in the neighborhood.
This is the story of the history of night. From the beginnin' it has never seen the light. It takes a while to never understand. And holds the gift of darkness in it's hand.
Four sides of curves. You call it round. It's saying nothing. Doesn't make a sound. Doesn't lift a finger. But it's working all the time. Got to know it well.
poor little negro. sitting in a tree. eating his favorite. cocoa leaves. along came some fellows. takin' him away. take away his culture. put him on a plane.
Maybe you won't have to hit me again. Maybe you won't try to slap me for lying. I did what you heard and I can admit. That I'd do it again in a second tomorrow.
Lost in the eyes. Back through the eyes. Where the simmering rain. Has come boiling over again. . Locked in a cage. Down in the cave. Where the night never ends.
"It's alive", she said, "It's a dream, a lie". "Come alive, she said, "Come alive, alive". . Oh my God, I must be dreaming. If this is a dream, then why am I screaming?.
Yo yo yo. . All you sucka MC's ain't got nothin' on me. On my grades, on my lines you can't touch Kevin G. I'm a mathlete, a nerd is inferred. But forget what you heard I'm like James Bond the third.
This is a song for one of the godfather's of punk. All the rock star bullshit he wasn't afraid to debunk. Labeled himself a musical commie. When in fact he was everyone's mommy.
Time out clock now running. . Human lemmings crowded hoard. Ever faster to the shore. Ever closing zero ground. Official timer clock is wound. . Time out clock's still running.
This land is your land, this land is my land. From Love Canal to Three Mile Island. From the Livermore labs to the offshore rigs. This land was made for you and me.
All this talk of Jesus Christ, praying. And reading the good book. Acting like if they call themselves Christian. Somehow they'll really be. But these people got so much power.
Every November we're told to remember. How Indians and Pilgrims ate turkeys and pumpkins. And thanked God for giving their new way or living. So every year that's what we do!.
I wasn't sure if I could go that far. But I never thought that I'd crash so hard. Come undone, fall apart. . I didn't realize what I'd found. But it hit me right when I hit the ground.
There goes the neighborhood. And somehow you knew it would 'cause you understand. Armageddon's right around the bend. You got your fortune right in your hands.
From the dust of which I came. To dust I return again. From my mother I am torn. With my brothers off the war. . We escape before the dawn. Trying to outrun the sun.