condotti da fragili desideri. tra puro movimento ed immoto. con sospetti automatiche simpatie. nel bel mezzo del progresso. di diversi colori tra i quali.
When it's raining she says. Jesus is crying. the whole world is dead. . it feels like the world is. crashing around you, you. cannot sit still, mindless.
We are the left behind. Lost on the roads you followed. We are the compromise. Weve opened up our eyes. Fight the hand that feeds you lies. This time we make it right.
Looka yonder! Looka yonder!. Looka yonder! A big black cloud come!. O comes to Tupelo. Comes to Tupelo.. Yonder on the horizon.. Stopped at the mighty river and.
Woo-wooooooo Woo!. In the name of pain!. (In the name of pain and suffering). In the name of pain!. (In the name of pain and suffering). There comes a train!.
I know you've heard it all before. But I'm sorry for this three year war. For the setting up of camps. and wire and trenches. I'm sorry for the other night.
Just like a bird. That sings up the sun. In a dawn so very dark. Such is my faith for you. Such is my faith. A single spark. Can't swallow up. Such is my love for you.
Go son, go down to the water. And see the women weeping there. Then go up into the mountains. The men, they are weeping too. Father, why are all the women weeping?.
Guitar thug blew into town.. His eyes like wheels spinnin' round.. Jerk a kife at every sound.. Layin' all his crosses down.. O yeah.. He got Six Strings..
Come sail your ships around me. And burn your bridges down. We make a little history, baby. Every time you come around. Come loose your dogs upon me. And let your hair hang down.
The moon is in the gutter. And the stars wash down the sink. I am the king of the blues. I scape the clay off my shoes. And wade down the gutter and the moon.
Into the mercy seat I climb. My head is shaved, my head is wired. And the mercy seat is waiting. And I think my head is burning. Anyway I'm yearning to be done with all this weighing up of truth An.
It was the dirty end of winter. Along the loom of the land. When I walked with sweet Henry. Hand upon hand. And the wind it bit bitter. For a girl of no means.
They found Mary Bellows cuffed tot he bed. With a rag in her mouth and a bullet in her head. O poor Mary Bellows. She'd grown up hungry, she'd grown up poor.
I live in a town called Millhaven. And it's small and it's mean and it's cold. But if you come around just as the sun goes down. You can watch the whole thing turn to gold.
And no-one saw the carny go. And the weeks flew by. Until they moved on the show. Leaving his caravan behind. It was parked out on the south east ridge.
Is she looking straight at me or is it my imagination. Some kind of illusion or prestidigitation. I cross the room to a standing ovation. A hesitation at my sudden invitation.
Two-week vacation, Costa Rica see America. Young ladies, oh, eureka! So many there to score-ica. Cruise the ocean bars with some similar type fellows.
Ive got no time on my hands. I mean that 2 degree. Not a strangers it was once thought. Thankful all my friends with remorse. You drove your car in the sea.
Tremble, tremble, tremble. Tremble, tremble, tremble. . My lips they tremble from this silence. But I'd rather chew on razor blades. Then speak the words I want to say.