I've got a mad, mad heart. A mad, mad heart. I've got a glad, glad soul. A glad , glad soul. I've got a crazy, crazy brain. A crazy, crazy brain. Love you so much honey 'bout to drive me insane.
They can just print all the money they need. Make illegal just to grow a weed. They can fly around in their private jets. They can tell us that they know best.
People go off chasin' rainbows. Looking for a pot of gold. Go and gamble the casino of life. In the end they've got to fold. . The world is beautiful and wondrous.
Is it cruel to be kind not to speak my mind. And to lie to you rather than hurt you. Well I'll confess all of my sins after several large gins. But still I'll hide from you, hide what's inside from you.
There's something on my mind. I gotta say, love. So you'll know how I feel. When I'm away, love. . I'm glad I knew you. I'm glad I knew you. I'm glad I knew you awhile.
Adeus você. Eu hoje vou pro lado de lá. Eu tô levando tudo de mim. Que é pra não ter razão pra chorar. Vê se te alimenta. E não pensa que eu fui por não te amar.
(Banton - Hammill). . I will arise:. In the depths, I will open my eyes;. As my breath almost fails me, survive.. . Wait - there's something unclear,.
(Hammill). . Slow motion in the quiet of the room;. so potent is the smell of her perfume. that you think she's eternal,. that you think she is everything....
In the year 1486 the Malleus first appeared,. Designed to kill all witchcraft and end the papal fears:. Prescribing tortures to kill the Black Arts;. And the Hammer struck hard..
(Hammill). . Sometimes living for the moment. sometimes going with the flow. sometimes professing to be an exponent. of the quiet life. while night life.
I am the suck of air you take. That you've had many times before;. I am the blow you try to fake,. But which still throws you out the door;. I am the air that fills your lungs,.
The wave hits the beach,. writing words on the sand -. to the academic man,. this could be the answer..... In fact, it's no more than a hunch;. still we try to eat it....
Here at the glass - all the usual problems,. All the habitual farce.. You ask, in uncertain voice, what you should do. As if there were a choice. . But to carry on miming the song.
I remember what it felt like at seventeen,. I was a cat, a snake, a lizard, a mouse;. still got an interest in the limousine. and a spouse and a brat,.
(Hammill). . ... You're so young, you're so here, so gone,. so old, so near, so wrong,. such a drag so queer, so strong, so.... to be told.. Such a drag to be told....
Letters in pencil, some of them as heavy as lead,. as dated as carbon, as black as coal,. but burning as red.. Clues faintly stencilled: the message,.
At night, this mindless army, ranks unbroken by dissent,. Is moved into action and their pace does not relent.. In step, with great precision, these dancers of the night.
Oh, the Sisters of Blindness. From the Convent of the Broken Heart,. They want to smother it with kindness,. They want to tear it all apart.. And there's a rock of sterile virtu'.
Left the earth in 1983,. fingers groping for the galaxies,. reddened eyes stared up into the void,. 1000 stars to be exploited. Somebody help me I'm falling, somebody help me, I'm falling.
Horus the Good lived in the North. In lands of fertility and beauty. But Set stayed in the hard desert. To him belonged all drought and perversity. . And he sheds his tears.