Thirteen valleys he has wandered for her love. For he thinks he is the one that she dreams of. But her bed was made elsewhere. From the first day she got there.
People say I'm the life of the party. Because I tell a joke or two. Although I might be laughing loud and hearty. Deep inside I'm blue. So take a good look at my face.
They took a southern working man and chained him to a car. Claimed before the judge we didn't pull him very far. Anyway, he looked at us with murder in his glance.
They took a southern working man and chained him to a car. Claimed before the judge we didn't pull him very far. Anyway, he looked at us with murder in his glance.
I should have called you, brother. I should have been real close. You know I loved you, brother. Enough to take over your post. I guess it's always with me.
Maybe it could be a problem. Tall clouds gather over there. We know where we should be going. But I'm wondering if we really dare. Just remember your big umbrella.
We talked and smoked all through the night. You led me where I had no sight. Till birdsong broke the morning light. And I was weak with strange delight.
Gonna take a message to mother. Tell her that I'll be home soon. Let her know I'm still undercover. Hiding out behind the moon. . The selling of America.
I came from the hills with a tear in my eye. The winter closed in and the crows filled the sky. The houses were burning the flames gold and red. The people were running with eyes filled with dread.
There were you and me. Seems like twenty five years ago. This old city was different then. How were we to know. . I've got to live my life. In a simple way.
They found an alien baby in a Russian wood. A man in the delta named Johnny B. Goode. A two-headed cow and a fish that walks. A vampire lover and a monkey that talks.
Maps on the back of your hands. Point to the cross. Scratches on walls in a room. Draw out your loss. Your islands are conquered and you are returned.
What a drag it is these gold lame' jeans. Is this the coolest way to get though your teens. Well, I cut my hair weird, I read that it was in. I looked like a rooster who was drowned and raised again.
It's 3 A.M. I'm going home. I watch the white lines pass alone. There is no moon so I just drive. I feel like the last man alive. I find a voice on the radio.
Ah, bem melhor seria. Poder viver em paz. Sem ter que sofrer. Sem ter que chorar. Sem ter que querer. Sem ter que se dar. . Ah, bem melhor seria. Poder viver em paz.
The earth-child. Awakening. Returning waves of time. The blood that runs away from here. Unknown to the ones left behind. . These thorns are all I can feel.
Awake, unfazed,. Morning light tells of the dawning day. Just like any day. Brush off sleep's touch,. Clear midnight's haze. There's nothing extraordinary here,.
Dissection wise. Half onion stone. Stuff your mattress. Loose dog loose. Waking to a pirate's breath. Hot and sour on the nape of your neck. Calls you by your mother's name.
Maizee, don't wait around. Steal another day. Competition dancers drop and snap their necks and fold. Shade too careful when you come. Weather slices through your ghost.
Trams of old London,. Taking my baby into the past in it.. Trams of old London blow my mind.. . Ludgate, Fenchurch, Highgate Hill;. Rolling slowly up there still, uh-huh..