I saw something I was not supposed to see. A ghostly memory that keeps on haunting me. . (The kitchen door was open a crack,. So naively we peeked inside).
A little bit closer,. I know you're not bashful. There, now that's not so bad, is it?. So what was that secret?. What did that prick whisper to you?. Was it playful and flirty.
"Bon Voyage". And promptly he hung up the phone. There was a doorbell ringing. So he snuck out onto the terrace. He said "If these were my last words,.
Less talk, more dancing. If we could push off the sick conversation one more night. I surely would. My shoes have gathered the dust of the vineyard. Have I soiled your gown?.
It's not a song about old friends,. backstabbers, leeches, or cretins.. It's not about you, and it isn't true.. . It's not a song about family,. how the lack thereof can be crippling..
i almost didn't make it,. my ...for famous,. the fifteenth of december, born into this cold world,. ..having me in the bathroom,. surprised that i will survive....
The night has fallen down the staircase. And I, for one, have felt its bruises. Equilbrium; inebriated. Our social graces have been displaced. . As we sink deeper into the drink.
When the bitter end arrives,. will we be at war or sadly, madly in love?. Will we beg for one more night?. Or will we have our bags packed. waiting at the door?.
You seemed like such a smart young man.. And your Fathers got a lot of friends.. We didn't bother to check your references.. We're a successful company..
Wind blown. A semi capsized in the storm. Stranded. The rains of June have cleansed it. A baptism of sufferage. . Take two. One man beneath a waning moon.
There's no use going to Des Moines. I heard it's just like here. I guess it's just like everywhere. As for us, I guess we're not immune. Look at our same plain face.
Now and again you'll remember the sound. Of the sails waving helpless. The cables wrapping one another into knots so strong. You're lost at once if not tossed into the drink and lost beneath.
Seven thirty seven, comin' out of the sky. Won't you take me down. To Memphis on a midnight ride?. I wanna move. . Playin' in a travelin' band, yeah. Well, I'm flyin' 'cross the land.
Ridin' through this world. All alone. God takes your soul. You're on your own. . The crow flies straight. A perfect line. On the devil's path. Until you die.
Welcome to my dreamiest nightmare. When you're so close but you never get there. There's still some things you need to say to me. Because my love, you're my farthest destiny.
(Cristbal San Juan). Tusa sobre tusa. Ay, el millo tiene pelusa (Bis). Pelusa tiene el ma'. Lo mismo que el algodn (Bis). Pelusa tiene la caa. Pelusa tiene el cardn.
(Cristbal San Juan). Tusa sobre tusa. Ay, el millo tiene pelusa (Bis). Pelusa tiene el ma'. Lo mismo que el algodn (Bis). Pelusa tiene la caa. Pelusa tiene el cardn.
Wat a liiv an bambaie. When the two sevens clash. Wat a liiv an bambaie. When the two sevens clash. . My good old prophet Marcus Garvey prophesize, say.
Verse I. Shattered and broken like the person you now are. Spirit has left you now and all thats left is scars. Paranoia is torture and its taken over you.