We're up a hill and down a slope. We're up a hill and down. Up a hill and faster though. We're up a hill and down. . Thinking me, mine, me, mine does you no harm.
There are good men being crazy. Hard working men gone lazy. There are angels who've lost their wings. And good time girls wearing wedding rings. Children of me and mothers of invention.
Even if I have to let her go. I can't bear the thought. Nobody can have her. The way I have. . Her face is too great to behold. Nobody deserves to look upon it.
The conversation ends here. No more room to breathe your own air. Youre tired and alone here. So you crumble down and become one of them. . Still my eyes remain inexplicably dry.
Another flood cascading through my mind tonight. This week has been deducting years from my life. Trapped inside a shell of senses. The sights and sounds have all dulled down.
I remember when you could relate to me. I remember when you said you loved me. The time when you could live on the edge. When weakness resides, there's nothing left.
Oh, what mess. You've got the best of my heart. It broke and now it's just a joke. 'Cause you're moving right along. I'm still here and you're gone. .
I dream all day. Till I am free. the clock is slow. I'm in overload. but I'd rather take it easy. It's school all week. Till i get home. . Just You and me some great TV.
It could have been something. Something into nothing. That's just the way it goes. And everybody knows. . Starting flying this way. Arrows through a heart shape.
Faded photographs, covered now with lines and creases. Tickets torn in half, memories in bits and pieces. Traces of love, long ago that didn't work out right.
TWENTY FOUR HOURS OF LONELINESS. (B.Buie/J.Cobb). DENNIS YOST & CLASSIC IV - 1968. Nine O'clock I'm sayin'. ten O'clock I'm blue. twelve O'clock I line away.
Faded photographs, covered now with lines and creases. Tickets torn in half, memories in bits and pieces. Traces of love, long ago that didn't work out right.
Sinking to the bottom while rising to the occasion.. Slipping through your fingers now you've been caught red handed.. If you wait for a sign, they will take you alive..
Dont believe in fashions, dont believe the priests. Dont believe the people that think youre no more the same. Dont believe the picture until its in your frame.
If youre far awayhow is it that still I got your smell on skin?. There must be reason why still I feel your breathingeven if youre far away. If youre really far away,far from mehow is it that I can feel you so near?.
Blue Billie swore shed never lose the bet with her life. She packed her bags at twenty, left her memories behind. Though were the memories of a girl that usually smiled.
(J. Hamel). I will gladly go where I have never travelled,. I will gladly go where I have never been.. And he rumbles and he purrs,. And his eyes are large and slow,.
Merry month of June,. And from my home I started,. Left the girls of Tuam,. Nearly broken hearted;. Saluted father dear,. Kissed my darlin' mother,. drank a pint of beer,.
Lately last night, I was asked to a wedding,. The wedding of one who proved unkind,. For all that day as she thought of her bridegroom,. Thoughts of another one strayed through her mind..
A farmer lived in the North Country,. Hey ho, bonny-o,. He had daughters one, two, three.. One was as bright as is the sun,. And coal black grew another one..