"Burn down the mission". So said the noon day sun. On a wearisome expedition. When the vision quest had begun. . Unbeknownst to the drifter. Unbeknownst to the solitary one.
Take your knife out.. The blade is deep in my back.. (But it's not the first time.). Can we figure a way to bandage the wound?. ('Cause it's not the first time,).
She says that she is going home now. She says that she has seen enough. She packed her bags, she's leaving in the morning. On that 7:30 a.m. Greyhound Bus.
this is frustration. this is me using the same tricks and getting sick of it. this is me throwing pieces against the wall hoping something will stick.
In a small, Pennsylvania town the kind that. Looks like a postcard from a distance. There sprang a true love, a God-forbidden new love. Complete with romance and resistance.
You've seen this kid before;. he sits fists clenched.. When he looks up, (when he looks up). he sees tigers.. when he looks inwards,. he sees disgust,.
I could go to anywhere,. head hung low in shame. Buy new clothes and dye my hair,. maybe even change my name. But the past don't ever disappear,. and to run's a losing game.
If you hate that boy for months, time to feel it. Uh oh uh oh. If he has the chance, he might trust the feeling. Uh oh uh oh. I saw inside, it looked like a cleaver.
Christmas time is here, happiness and cheer.. Food for all, the children call their favorite time of year.. Snowflakes in the air, candles everywhere,.
I head for distant lands. Leaving my expenses. Forsake this land of plastic. . I would try to be something. But you wont stop talking. Drifting for the farthest shore.
I went down to Leo's Lounge. To look at the faces, listen to the sounds. Bartender Bernie, look my way he say,. "Tell me son, how do you feel today?".
Feel free to correct anything. This is what I got from this song.. . I was thinking, yeah I was thinking that this is more than ever. I was told, yeah I was told that this is about together.
Beware, beware out of their closets. The skeletons are coming. Come down with me where the woods meet the water. Let's get away from your dirty little secrets.
Thirty seven kinds of coffee. Thirty seconds to decide. As the line backs up behind me. Say, "I'll take number nine.". . Things have gotten complicated.
They call this the badlands, baby. But it used to be bayou. The shore of an inland sea. And I can hear you coming. . What foul beast stalks this way. The night is dim.
I'm a fool. You're a liar. I'm a dry stick of wood. You are a fire. . I thought it through. Baby I thought it over. Only thing I got to do now. Is tell you it's over.
We'll book this tour, it'll be oh, oh, oh so good. We're gonna steal your guarantee, shit. . Oh, steer clear, we're on a wicked path. We've got plans, wicked plans.
She got a tattoo of a bracelet on her wrist. The love of strangers on her Christmas list. She ain't sentimental, she don't like to reminisce. She's a champion of action.
it's a broken house. bloody handprints on the wall. ghosts out in the hall. that's where mamma lives. i still hear her calling out my name. singing im sorry now.
My father told me, he told me, "Son,. There was one year in my life, I felt so close to God.". He said, "I lost my way on and off again. Since that time oh but you can be sure..