I dreamt we were standing. By the banks of the Thames. Where the cold gray waters ripple. In the misty morning light. . Held a match to your cigarette.
I'm gonna take a freight train down at the station, Lord. I don't care where it goes. Gonna climb a mountain, the highest mountain, Lord. And gonna jump off, aint nobody, ain't nobody gonna know.
Gouge out my eyes, pestilence. Lack of love binds, propagate. The strife you desire. . Keep me from forced self depiction, aberrate. Self assured I am no more.
My chick is driving me crazy. She thinks that I'm lazy. Just because I'm good at nothing all day. . My baby don't get it. So my job, I quit it. Bust my ass.
Stand and rise and before your eyes. The lions will appear. And when they do they'll be filling you. With all the lies you will need to hear. . Mr. politician, just keep on dishin'.
[recruiting sergeant]. -----------------------------------. . As I was walking down the road. A feeling fine and larky oh. A recruiting sergeant came up to me.
Like this. . I've never seen a woman, baby. That looks quite the way you do. The way you shake that thing now, honey. Can't take my eyes off you. . The way you work it, honey.
In a smoky room. Could have been a devil's tomb. Ninety miles east of L.A.. . Feeling desperate and cold. Barely nineteen years old. Searching for the light in the pouring rain.
As I walked down by the riverside. One evening in the spring. Heard a long gone song from days gone by. Blown in on the great north wind. . Though there is no lonesome corncrake's cry.
She's got pizzazz, like a razzmatazz. I'd like to slide it in, when I begin. . Wastes all my money, spends all my time. I ain't got no luck, I can't change her mind.
I just want to see you. When you're all alone. I just want to catch you if I can. I just want to be there. When the morning light explodes. On your face it radiates, I can't escape.
You told me tales of love and glory. Same old sad songs, same old story. The sirens sing no lullaby. And no one knows but Lorelei. . Castles out of fairy tales.
Yeah, blues. . I won't ask where you're going. If you don't ask where I've been. 'Cause if you're looking for an answer, babe. I wouldn't know where to begin.
---- ------. Oh Elizabeth, would you come down. with your wood guitar now. Oh please play for me.. Lay your hands upon those strings, wood guitar, wood guitar.
Ignacio lay dying in the sand. A single red rose clutched in a dying hand. The women wept to see their hero die. And the big black birds gathered in the sky.
So you want to talk about the pain, talk to me, please explain. Maybe I know what you're going through. But you got so much pain to hide, you keep it locked up deep inside.
Ah london you're a lady. Laid out before my eyes. Your heart of gold it pulses. Between your scarred up thighs. Your eyes are full of sadness. Red busses skirt your hem.
---------- ----. Wishing like a mountain and thinking like the sea. How it is to feel absolutely free. (The simplest things so hard to achieve). I want to be your watermelon, let me sing into your radio.