The heat here makes me want to leave,. Take a shot to ease the burn.. Ash the parchment memories,. 20 seconds till I turn.. . We've come this far,. Not backing down..
Contagious, like. the rhythm of a record. through my mind. Played slowly to emphasize. the condition of a dead line.. So hopeless so let the record. play on and on and on....
Call me temptress.. Call me a whore.. That's just a price tag.. I'm not for sale.. Don't be so obvious,. It's so unattractive,. You know.. . You're singing in you sleep..
I'm in line for the murder. First come fist served. You aim for across the hall, your vision blurred. is this what you want from me, to hear me scream?.
I'm in line for the murder. First come fist served. You aim for across the hall, your vision blurred. is this what you want from me, to hear me scream?.
It's only sometimes I feel this alone.. It's not the worst times that scare me the most.. Living a dream is running away from conscience. Just seconds away..
Sometimes the music fades. Sometimes we understand the trouble. Sometimes the memory. Means more to you than me. Sometimes the memory's enough. . Well I was your whippin' boy.
I am just an open book. For everyone to take a look. Do my insecurities alarm you?. You can fill me up with Novacaine. And Lithium to ease my brain. But it doesn't seem to change my point of view.
Ride out her open road. Fell to the waste side. Dined on her dirt soul. Ain't willing to pass it by. . Went down by the loads. Told time by the moon and sun.
all screams and no dreams. Destination was so close to me. but I was never a taker. My destiny is hell of things. and I was myself the maker. My sweetheart departed from me.
Whatever I have I owe it to friends. With every one of you my heart blends. My needs are fulfilled with friends around. For little I require I receive abound.
(D. Locorriere/B. Francis). . Can't cuss I forgot about that, so I can't do that n' more.. There's always something. I can't do one thing, I can't do this..
Who dat I see laughing all alone?. Who dat I see faraway from home?. I guess that's me, it must be me. . Who dat I see racing for the sun?. Who dat said, Ain't never gonna own no one.
When you're in love with a beautiful woman, it's hard;. When you're in love with a beautiful woman, you know it's hard;. Everybody wants her, everybody loves her;.
(Unknown). . You look like a woman, and you move like one, but your parents are still tellin' you that you're too young. It's 'causing you pain, baby don't you cry 'cause it won't be long.
(Shel Silverstein). . No one knows my lady when she's lonely. No one sees the fantasies and fears my lady hides. There are those who've shared her love and laughter.
(Ray Sawyer/Dennis Locorriere/Ron Haffkine). . Lilly Pearl standin' by the woodstove. Cookin' up a pot of fatback and beans. Aprons made outta Martha White flour sack.
What do you want, what do you want for Christmas?. Whatever it is, I'll get it for you. What do you want, what do you want for your birthday?. All I want, I want, want, want is you.
[Jack Anglin - composer]. . The days have been long and I have been lonesome. Recalling the dreams that never came true. The nights have been lonely but now that's all over.
(B. David/J. Rushing). . I met him in Seattle, he was gettin' down on a bottle. Telling lies in the Blue Moon Bar. His face was hard and travelled, and as the wine unravelled.