In the morning when you wake up. I like to believe you are thinking of me. And when the sun comes through your window. I like to believe you've been dreaming of me.
It's a terrible love and I'm walking with spiders. It's a terrible love and I'm walkin' in. It's a terrible love and I'm walking with spiders. It's a terrible love and I'm walkin' in.
His shadows the blanket that couldn't keep you warm if it tried. So would you like to take a ride?. On the last free standing thought in my mind. And I hope it won't get old.
On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,. The emblem of suffering and shame;. And I love that old cross where the dearest and best. For a world of lost sinners was slain..
Lord. Aah, hoo!. Stop it!. See that cat?. Yeah, I do mean you. See that cat?. Yeah, I do mean you. She got a TV eye on me. She got a TV eye. She got a TV eye on me.
Eu queria era dizer diferente. Aquilo que todo mundo sente. Mas no consegue expressar. . Meu trapzio balanando lento. Preso bem l no firmamento. E eu eu tentando me equilibrar.
Quem não tem teto de vidro que atire a primeira pedra. Quem não tem teto de vidro que atire a primeira pedra. Quem não tem teto de vidro que atire a primeira pedra.
J no ouo mais clamores. Nem sinal das frases de outrora. Os gritos so suprimidos. O corvo diz: "nunca mais". . No parece haver mais motivos. Ou coragem pra botar a cara pra bater.
Chega simples como um temporal. Parecia que ia durar. Tantas placas e tantos sinais. Já não sei por onde caminhar. . E quando olhei no espelho. Eu vi meu rosto e já não o reconheci.
And now, Mr. Terry Gilliam will sing, for you, I've got two legs.. . Hmm..... I've got two legs. From my hips to the ground. And when I move them they walk around.
I Like traffic lights.. I Like traffic lights.. I Like traffic lights,. No matter where they've been.. I Like traffic lights.. I Like traffic lights..
Immanuel Kant was a real pissant. Who was very rarely stable. Heidegger, Heidegger was a boozy beggar. Who could think you under the table. . David Hume could out-consume.
Work Work money money. Work Work money money. Work work funny money. Funny money work work. . Work work hurry hurry. Work work worry worry. Work work hurry hurry.
I've got ninety thousand French francs in my fridge. I've got lots of lovely Lire. Now the Deutschmark's getting dearer. And my dollar bills would buy the Brooklyn bridge.
Why are we here , what's life all about ?. Is God really real , or is there some doubt ?. Well tonight we're going to sort it all out. For tonight it's the meaning of life.
I've got a ferret sticking up my nose. (He's got a ferret sticking up his nose). How it got there I can't tell. But now it's there it hurts like hell.