Disheartening dreams for tonight. Relax. Just try to sleep. Relax, relax. . You've got to hold to your past. So bad, so bad. I'm gonna pull you all to pieces.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~. The war is passed. Now she tells him again. You should fetch the plans. The [. ], the [. ] you see. Leeway. Like the sun over the closing door.
When we're done cleaning the rubble. From the last wall torn down. When we're done putting back. What we took from the ground. When the last republican and bureaucrat and liberal.
Don't dance her down boys. Don't dance her down. Don't dance her down boys. Her man's in town. I played cards in England. I threw dice in Spain. I'm going back to England.
We were driving in a van. All over the place. Broke down in Mankato. I thought it was outer space. We got home. We got a call on the phone. 15,000 for 1 record.
Does it Remind You of When. . How the years have gone. It's come to this. A rose on his lapel, in the open coffin I'd give him a kiss. . I have to go up north to play at his funeral.
Innocence is hurting, a world speaks out of tune. Promise calls and promise falls, what are we to do?. With a clouded view, you follow me through. . Sadly the tides are changing, my world slips out of cue.
I saw a smile on her face reminds me of the sun filled days that we'd waste away. Dreamin' of a world of love in harmony. Well my dream's comin' true and I.
She lifts the flowers from the window box. Summers flowers now winter flocks. She lifts her veil to the morning rain. Hides her eyes from the sun again.
Sweet distraction, I wasn't looking for you. I was chasin' down a rainbow, but I must have had my eyes closed. Cause you were everything that I dreamed of, just raining down on me.
CUT THE CAKE. When I heard the news. I nearly lost my breath. My heart stopped. And I held my chest. How could it be true, how could it. be true?. I bought ten copies of the paper.
Well, I'm back, what do you cry for?. When I'm dead, will you cry more?. Well, I'm back, what do you cry for?. When I'm dead, will you cry more?. . This has been a sequel.
I saw a black girl last night called Charmaine Champaign. She wasn't a worn out ex-so-and-so, no not from Times Square. But she went to Johnny Romero's till it was too hot to handle.
At 4 o'clock. Just after work. I got my check. I held my breath. The phone rings tell 'em I ain't never here. The overunder. Made a blunder. I gave my cell phone.
Your tempting me to all of life. And all its pleasure. Take me to the dream. To the highs and the depths of my soul. . Here we free thoughts inside. Giving up for giving time.
Back the bus he cussed "Space suits! Blackened boots!. Lad, little Lad," he sad, "I've a tip for you:. See, what about me: what about her? What about me?".
Later at lunch with the taco lettuce crunch crunch. She sets herself apart the bunch.. How bad does she seem?. She makes me wanna scream.. On the phone with the West Glen Ellen rest home.
It moves between us for one moments. Like opium and your heart. . We've remedies from the ancient gods. To heal the morals of our shadow devil. . Devil come to me, open up the door.
I wanted to be a typewriter mender when I grew up,. But things didn't work out so. Sleep. Late in the morning, climb up Mt. Olympia and replace a Return:.