God bless the man who loves his woman. So much he never sees her cry. Til that dark day when she finds out. Her poor momma up and died. . God bless the woman who loves her man so.
I grew tired of carrying the harm in heart. So I open up my heart to let it in. Ooh, ooh, let it in. So I lay my body down on a funeral pyre. Burned it up and the flames grew high.
Don't feel like talking to myself. Empty bottles sitting on a shelf. Rain beaten down on the roof like a lonely drum. And that's a jail you can't escape from.
Honey today I do believe. That I have to open your eyes. And now I'm looking for a light. For a light to let me shine. . I need to fly across the mountain.
The sun was going down. Burning out the day. Feeling so lonely deep inside. I was afraid... I just could not find the words. But in the end I tried to say.
Can't believe. Out of time. Look down, but I'm afraid to fall. . Solitude. On sleeping sand. That voice is taking me away. . And I feel I'm floating downstream.
You don't know what it's like. To be there when it's over. If love was like a battlefield. Would you put me on your shoulder. . And time don't mend broken hearts.
Behind my head in pain thoughts are tumbeling around.. Thoughts that never can be written in words.. Oh, I felt your grief.. I'm weak when the laughter is gone..
The light will fade in this day of sorrow.. A black candle shines before my eyes.. My thoughts are lonely and empty.. Tired I stare into the burning bright flame..
Torner la moda dei vichinghi,. torneremo a vivere come dei barbari.. Friedrich Nietzsche era vegetariano,. scrisse molte lettere a Wagner. ed io mi sento un po' un cannibale e non scrivo mai a nessuno,.
They all wanna be something better. A better singer. A better actor. Better job. . Better money. Better get her. Better lover. Better not. . Too much luck.
In the frontier villages they. Watch the trains pass by so slowly. And roads are deserted in Tozeur.. From a house far away. Your mother observes me. And she remembers me.
Strange how the rumble of fighter planes once. Disturbed the rhythm of the balconies' plants. And after silence then far away. The sudden cannon's roar..
There are tins. There was pork. There are legs. There are sharks. There was john. There are cliffs. There was mother. There's a poker. There was you. Then there was you.
Living life is not too hard. If I can be born again. Many things could be chenged now. A bit of lightness. And less stupidity. Faking, you're good at faking.
I' m looking for someone a miracle. To send my life in the curved air. I' m a lonely boy steppin' out. solitary man... j dont understand.. Life can be short or long.
Tao, ama secondo il Tao.. Ritieni il seme.. Duecentocinquanta milioni di spermatozoi. in un solo orgasmo.. Un solo uomo pu popolare la terra..
Running without aim. Through the razor weeds. That only reach my knees. And when I'm lying in the grey sleep. I don't know how to walk the boards. I open my eyes, and look at the floor.
Oh gentlemen. Swallow your prayers. Because the wind makes a mockery of men. Your soul becomes a fish. You swim in idle waters. And drink other fishes piss.
Oh classic gentlemen. Say your prayers. To the wind, of prostitution. To your faces, and Rex complexes. Riddle my breast. Full of the oppressed puss. .