Yeah, I'm here. This time around baby. Take you for a ride. A knight ride that is. . We're sitting at the light. Just minutes from the spot, and I. Should've never looked in your eyes.
I even love that ratty old sweater. You wear in cold weather. To keep it out. So here's to going green. And opting for blankets. Over thermo-statics. To keep it out.
Lonely walker humanoid. Listening to forgotten sounds. Tasting smells and colors. Hiking mounts, crossing rivers. . Humble biped, you've come undone. You detached, the mechanical.
Come in this room and let me take control. I've got the kind of love you lookin' for. We got all night so I'm gonna make it count. I'll make sure the mood is right, I hope you're ready.
When I saw you you sat. At the edge of a road. I knew not where you came from. Or where you would go. But I thought for a moment. I'd like to come too.
You know they run all day and run all night. That is the life of a,the life of a, coc dealer,coc dealer,coc dealer. You in the club u see his nose runing all night.
Searching news ways of laughing. Ones whereby one could express and transform. All the shattering, all the gratuitous. The burdens of guilt growing these new ways.
Man sick and tired of living is life. Cause his head is full of Memorise of his fuck'd up life. Man sick and tired of living is life. Cause his head is full of Memorise of his fuck'd up life.
I think I get it. I think I finally get it now. Been a life of looking down. For fear of falling.. . I'm no exception. It's just a word I call myself.
Ways of doing and work. Definition of truth. Sexual regulations. Language allowed/forbidden. With enthusiasm dying. For your country. The imaginary, is bounding reality.
Yeah (echo), yeah (echo), yeah (echo).. She got style, she got class, she know she bad. And I like her in 'dem boots or stiletto's, she look so good she should win a medal. She be shoppin' at the mall, yeah she make that bread. She make me wanna leave my dogs and talk to her instead. I'm like ain't no way, I know you got a man, and then she took my number, and I was like damn!.
Sad But True. (In Loving Memory). . Friday Janurary 9th 1990. A soldier commes to life. Because of his momy and dady. Sunday Janurary 11th 2004. Something terebly append.
It rains and rains. In the city these days. Must be winter again. And so it begins. You take and take. All the magic away. Just preparing for change. Never letting it..
It's alright, 'cause the historical pattern has shown. How the economical cycle tends to revolve. In a round of decades three stages stand out in a loop.
Prayers. . (INTRO). I'll start the first verse. With something that's buging me. For the longest time now listen to me. . (FIRST VERSE STEPHANE LACROIX).
He met me in the middle. The middle of a storm. With hands that held the answers. A love that kept me warm. and it's been years, now it's been years. now it's been years and I'm still torn.
Perfect Gurl. . Yea. I know sometimes. Things can be so fuck'd up. But you no what. I got won fucking leason for use. Try to find that the perfect gurl.
In our christian society. There's something wrong with having pleasure. Pleasure more precisely is called sin. Therefore our well thinking citizens. Have decided it was best to hide, deny pleasures (such as sex, drugs).
If we only see this from one angle. All the love will strangle. The truth out of you. And if we only take this to one level. Baby then we'll never. Know what we could do.
When you touch my hands. Like my favorite station. When my favorite band. I get so excited. Sometimes over joy (Oh). When I'm feeling down. I turn to you for comfort.