What's on the TV screen. Another failed American dream. Or a life lost to this tragedy. Suffocated thoughts. Pacified social talks. On how we the people need to bleed.
Maybe we're the lucky ones. 'Cause we can choose to turn it off. Maybe we're the lonely ones. 'Cause we decide to shield what's soft. . I'm sure you'll learn to dance and drink and dream.
Wake up sleepy. Wide awake!. . I am the walking dead. I am death's best friend. I create disaster. I'm the master killing me. There's no innocence. There's only pain I'm empty.
I feel that you shouldn't get involved in an intimate relationship. Until you are emotionally mature enough to handle it totally. Able to cope with your feelings and your sexuality.
I AM A CHORUS OF THE VOICES. THAT GATHER UP THE MAGNETS. SET BEFORE ME. I ATTRACT YOU AND REPEL YOU. A SCIENCE OF THE HEART. AND BLOOD AND MEANING. THE COLDNESS OF MOST BEAUTIES.
In the beginning was the beat. And the beat was strong. It was kicked around, stuck in the ground, pulled back up,. Stuck in an evening gown, tuxedo, bow tie.
Pour the wine. Console the tears. Make your memory. Drift away from here. But the wine conjures you. Now youre stood. In front of me. Your eyes are shining pools.
There's a place that we could be together, alone, just you and me,. There's a place that we could call home. There's a place just down the road where the grass is green and the seeds are sown,.
There was a girl, she led a life of a runaway. She didn't dream, she couldn't feel, she had to get away. from everything she knows. . Where do you go?.
I don't want the world to know. I don't want my heart to show. . Two faces have I. I pretend that I'm happy. But I'm Mr. blue. I pretend that I'm happy.
I had some trouble with my baby. So I had my fortune read. I had some trouble with my baby. And this is what the gypsy said. . The gypsy cried, she cried.
I tried to understand you, I tried to find you out.. I tried to see inside you, to find what you're about.. I tried to know what's on your mind, but I should have tried.
To the Terrorist. I'm a poet, not a soldier.. I'm a lover, not a mercenary.. I seek freedom, not deliverance.. I see purpose, not irrationality.. But I will hunt you down - for what you've done to me..
I'm a merchant here on Market Square trying to save my piece of the pie. Is it really right, or even fair that my livelihood should be denied for this renaissance of glass and steel? The city's on their side. They're tearing down my life!.
---. by Espen (c)2012 by Espens Lotification for Alicia Keys&Wenke Knudson+Oddn'. . (Bues Folk/Rock Guitar). . ( Mr.Smith's(Espen Endre Abusdal)Lotification.
Young girl, be true now. To the boy who really loves you. Don't do him wrong, cause hell pick up his shoes and walk. And say it's all your fault. . Youve got to beware, baby, baby.
Right!. You wrecked it!. Forcin you back into the ground, boy,. And you know that.. We'll always wear the crown.. Right!. You wrecked it!. Forcin you back into the ground, boy,.
Tripping on yes y'all, to the beat y'all. Cos back in the day, when the rhyme was strong. I know I never thought that I could ever go wrong. I keep a lot of change kid, an attitude slip.
Yeah and it's like that. It's getting kind of hectic bitch. Here we go pump. . Check it, one, two, five. When we come with a lick shot. I get in time with the crew for and when we're hot.
I will. . He used to be the hard rock, the whole block. Found what he did or what he said or what was going down. To the round never hit a motherfucking sound.