Befell so is the comessing of May. When mirry and hot is the day. (And) oway beth winter shours. And every feld is full of flours. And blosme breme on evry bough.
A long time ago. I turned to myself and said. "You are my daughter". . I saw that image. I saw there was well. . Well, then maybe we've got. Something to talk about.
They are not stars burning in the sky at night. No, no, they're candles in astro-flight. They are not men walking on the streets below. What are they really nobody knows.
Jim Jones: "Keep your emotions down. Keep your emotions down. Children, it will not hurt. If you'd be--if you'll be quiet. If you'll be quiet.". . We're gathered here to be splattered here.
Hey England. Let's kick it. . Cops without guns and the NME. Should I watch the BBC or should I watch the BBC?. Look at these crazy coins, is this Lord of the Rings?.
Hey England, let's kick it. . Cops without guns and the NME. Should I watch the BBC or should I watch the BBC?. Look at these crazy coins, is this Lord of the Rings?.
Hey England... let's kick it.. . Cops without guns and the NME.. Should I watch the BBC or should I watch the BBC?. Look at these crazy coins, is this Lord of the Rings?.
I wish I would have known you. When you were just a child. I would have cared for you. Made sure you'd be alright. And wish I would've been there. When you went to highschool.
I tried to forget. I started to erase. First no storm cloud before the rain. Next came the imprint that was left on my brain. . You're so unforgettable.
Why do you stay fast asleep?. The confrontation's with the sheep. The message has been redeployed. The emptiness to fill the void. . The transformation has begun.
You're not a dream. You're not an angel. You're a man. I'm not a queen, I'm a woman. Take my hand. . We'll make a space in the lives. That we'd planned.
Come on over. Youll regret it. Drive you nuts. If you let it. Breathin only. Til you get it. The braves (??) go on and on. . Theres a light. Up there tonight.
I dreamed I was a pigeon. Slipping through the heavens like a 747. Everyone left down below. Locked in a house of my invention. . Learning the don'ts of fire prevention.
I cant sleep, cant even breath and that wont change soon.. If youre lonely, ask her; she owns me, she lives in my room.. . Make up your mind. Leave the boy behind..
Are we meant to be friends?. Or something more than just odds and ends. Pardon me to you I ask. Why did you come across my path?. . Am I just a foolish guy?.
If I find my way out of the clearing in the wood. I can feel the air pushing and pointing out. And it's not fair that I can't ride along. Unless I'm led.
All day staring at the ceiling. Making friends with shadows on my wall. All night hearing voices telling me. That I should get some sleep. Because tomorrow might be good for something.
Read on, baby, what you're getting in to. It's living on pain, the thing that's getting to you. Write my name, painted up my picture. Say it's the only thanks, I'm not around.
All day staring at the ceiling. Making friends with shadows on my wall. All night hearing voices telling me. That I should get some sleep. Because tomorrow might be good for something.