Can you tell me where you go from here. I just can't. . Spit spit spitting out the holy text. The wrath of saul, it bit my lip. When I reached for life.
What's in your coconut?. Nothing but marbles. Rolling around a shell. Better give them a spill. . Under the bright blue sky. Oh, what a pretty high. .
(G.Bidstrup, K.Bee, G. Stapleton). . When the world we know began. I wonder if there was a man. Who didn't know that it can't be done. And didn't listen to anyone.
So this is the house, the house that we built. So this is the car, the car that we bought. So these are the things, the things that money can buy. You say that you want them, well so do....
Strive for power after hours. All the kids have been devoured. . We slipped away through all the trash and traffic. To catch a glimpse gazing up at the stars.
We landed -. Me on my head, and you were on your feet.. Let's turn it around - try over again. We're stranded -. You on your back and i was on my knees..
McDonald's cashiers in a country where cows are sacred. Porsche cars, sales, in a land where people walk. McDonald's cashiers in a country where cows are sacred.
(M.Callaghan /R.James). . From up in the mountains you can see the beaches lying in the sun. Copacobana to Leblon. And daily you go there knowing you will see a vision when she comes.
( Robert James). . Through endless spinifex and ochre sands and bearded dragons. The nearing crack of breaking waves cools the desert heat. Trudging through a sea of dunes full moon out on the beat.
How long you been waiting around?. How long you been swallowing yourself back down?. With your feet planted on the ground,. You get high to the anguish of falling down..
Oh it's a message in crumbles. Oh it's surrender(ed?). Oh it numbers our fear. . Oh it's a message in crumbles. Oh it's surrender. Oh it numbers our fear.
(G.Stapleton). . Predominantly percussive prone, she's basically bereft. Of any sense of melody it's the beat that she likes best.. Trying to keep a straight face while the singer shakes his ass.
Dig up something dynamical.. Hurry up it's getting late!. She was full of the potential. That he was bent to excavate.. I'm gonna hollow you out!. Gonna turn the room out..
(M.Callaghan). . All I have to do is dream. Nightshift,. Billy jean. Life in a northern town. You've lost that lovin feeling. Like a virgin,. She's leaving home.
"Is this what my life amounts to?". Says the man with the carnation in his lapel,. "I didn't know it worked this way. I thought every dog had his day".
If I were a diving bell. Lost to unfounded deeps,. I'd rest in you up above -. Raise me out of sleep.. I know you're caught in a bind,. But I'd never leave you behind.
You know I drove home today, I saw the places I'd played. For hours in the sun, five on five, three on one. And the trees had all gone from the street with the school and the radio on.
She cracked a smile broad as the horizon. And all her receptors were firing, oh. Swinging her hips just like ringing a bell. Swing a hammer in on a shell.
It's a temporary world in which we live. The cycle continues we take and we give. As the tone of our connections resonate on. . I remember your voice whispering 'it's alright'.