Choices, it's always what you make it. But then you and I're the same. Choices, peculiar how you throw them in my face. while you abstain. This is all about equality.
I need a bit of orbit now so beam me up. I have to cover vast distances oh, never to stop. I'll be ground into a poor old limping crawling thing. Can you take me up way up, deep deep beyond the stratosphere.
1.Tou ti thoi mut yang coi co yao. mo yui thing sang cak bo kao. yao po yong kan kaok ji. yi kam kook nyi jeok yao. yak bi thoi loi thoi fong. kaw hang saw.
I'm gonna fax my love to you. Send it C.O.D.. Hope my love will last. until i'm in your arms again.. . I'm gonna fax my love to you. Send it C.O.D.. Hope my love will last.
You mentioned La Pieta. The dotted line. The holy flapping dress. White legs carving darkness. And you traced your thoughts on the tablecloth. As you were speaking.
You will be born into a strange and desolate place. It will be called, 'The average home'. The times will be restless and full of uncertainty. It will be full of violence, the end of the century.
You mentioned La Pieta. The dotted line. The holy flapping dress. White legs carving darkness. And you traced your thoughts on the tablecloth. As you were speaking.
You mentioned La Pieta. The dotted line. The holy flapping dress. White legs carving darkness. And you traced your thoughts on the tablecloth. As you were speaking.
Every mornin' when I wake up. I wonder which cup I will take up. Kiss me, again. . Monday, Wednesday. Friday, Sunday. . I am your lovin' cup. Come on and fill me up.
Maybe it was to learn how to love. Maybe it was to learn how to leave. Maybe it was for the games we played. . Maybe it was to learn how to choose. Maybe it was to learn how to lose.
Maybe it was to learn how to love. Maybe it was to learn how to leave. Maybe it was for the games we played. . Maybe it was to learn how to choose. Maybe it was to learn how to lose.
I can see the sweetness on your face. You don't know I'm looking under the light of the moon. I know you're alive. . In the blackness of the pine, in the paleness of the moon.
First you go up the hill. (Don't forget to say the church). The church why? I don't think. (In case they miss the turn). . Let me do the talking. (You make mistakes sometimes).
In the beginning there was the word. And the word was sent through. A thousand different telephone lines. And became garbled and distorted. . And so began the long process of sorting out.
La jalouse. I said no. La jalouse. I told you to go. . You trick me with all your lies. Trick me 'til I'm on your side. Drag me into your stinking pit.
Jesus Christ the Apple Tree. The tree of life my soul hath seen. Laden with fruit and always green. The tree of life my soul hath seen. Laden with fruit and always green.
We are climbing Jacob's ladder. We are climbing Jacob's ladder. We are climbing Jacob's ladder. Children of the world. . Every round goes higher, higher.
We walk the narrow path. Beneath the smoking skies. Sometimes you can barely tell the difference. Between darkness and light. . Do we have faith. In what we believe?.
she didn't get him. he didn't really get her either. they got together. not the stuff of movies. . let me be your Main Man. let me be your Cowboy. let me do your Boogaloo.
I was on a train somewhere in Spain. Sometime in the night. I drew up my knees in second class. And watched in the blue light. . Strangers beside me, strangers across from me.