Across the dark and dusty plain. Where scars of old dry rivers run. Night unfolds, a coal black shroud. Across the hard and stony ground. . Distant stars shining bright.
But I adore her, but I adore her. This will never happen. . But I adore her this will never happen. Over my dead body of course I think about it. Burn my path if it does, burn my path if it does.
She'll slide you in, you taste the sin. She slowly gets inside your head. You feel her take control and she'll steal you soul. She's the devil lying in your bed.
With all my said unsaids. I could never swallow. The idea of a happy ending. As another days memory dies. As I'm made to smile. these lifeless days. have left me with an empty heart.
When you're sitting there in your silk upholstered chair. Talking to those rich folks that you know. Well I hope you won't see me in my ragged company.
The canals and the bridges, the embankments and cuts,. They blasted and dug with their sweat and their guts. They never drank water but whiskey by pints.
Go to sleep, go to sleep. I'm hardly what I make myself out to be. I know what happens when I'm alone. . Go to sleep, go to sleep. The cowering and whimpering of a weak willed son.
Remember the nights we sat. And talked about all our dreams. Well little did we know then. They were more distant than they seemed. Well I, well I knew it.
You gotta weep, you gotta wail. You gotta drag yourself on hands. And knees bleedin' another mile along the trail. . You gotta laugh in the face of the devil.
In the days when I was courtin'. I was seldom done resortin'. In the ale house and the playhouse. And many's the house between. . I told me brother Seamus.
the person staring through. the person staring through the reflective. you've turned and run off with all. to the other side with you. and i know, i know.
(here it comes). Well funky monkeys in the jungle tonight. They got two by two dont hear me right. Band playing loudly baby. Gone are the days when the days gone.
All of the grasses grow and the waters flow. In a free and easy way.. But give me enough of the rare aul' stuff. That's made near Galway Bay.. Come gougers all, from Donegal,.
She's a ballerina.. She dances circles around me.. She tells me what I want to hear.. But I'm just never satisfied.. I live with a ballerina.. I live with a ballerina..
Coughing, blues? : "gol, bret--don't touch me there!". Bret: I'm gonna tell you who we are.. . Well we're big rock singers. We got golden fingers. And we're loved everywhere we go.
Covered from head to toe in lighting. It's constantly changing when I'm around. Days left before this is over and over and over. And done with. . The sheets keep whispering, "Will you make it through this day?".
It was 1962 and I was. two years out of school. When I got on board a boat. That was bound for Liverpool. The day we sailed away. I remember it so well.
I've got no worries. I've got no regrets. Who they think they're kiddin'?. They ain't seen nothing yet. . You point your finger try to tell me I'm wrong.
Could I end my life with a knife sharpened of problems. Sweet satisfaction of a night sky with horns. . A paper cut bleeds like a cut vein. Could this sky open up and accept this tortured soul.
Mary's sellin' flowers on a stall in EC1. Tonight she'll be out lookin' for some fun. Her mate, Gerry's in the basement, he hasn't got a home. But prides himself that he's got most things done.