For all of her diction, her self medication. She fell down and dented her nose and laughed at the coroners. Desperately warning her, watch now the way that it goes.
God grant me the serenity to accept the things I can not change. Courage to change the things I can. And the wisdom to know the difference. I am not like I was before.
Does the world ever seem like a nightmare?. Some suffer but the other ones don't care. What does it matter if it's going on elsewhere. Like it doesn't happen if it's not happening here.
In the beginning was the word, man said: Let there be more light. Electric scenes a maze of beams, neon brights that light our boring nights. On the second day he said: Let's have a gas.
I get this understanding. It's like a living breath. And it grooves with the times. And it swings with the tune. And it flows until the end of rest. .
OK, I want to talk about Ireland. Specifically I want to talk about the "famine". About the fact that there never really was one. There was no "famine".
Margareth Thatcher on TV. Shocked by the deaths that took place in Beijing. It seems strange that she should be offended. The same orders are given by her.
{Words & Music: Hazel O'Connor}. Red ringed the eyes of the women who cried to the night. Black and possessed are the eyes of the man who drank to no foresight.
All in my heart, it always begins. She keep on trying to make this situation win. Sometimes, you should hold it back. Just keep on the rails on the straight and narrow track.
Let me drown in an ocean of devotion. Let my joy be in service and love my emotion. Let me be closer that Your right hand. Tighter than Your left hand and let me be a Godly man.
{Words & Music: Jim Webb}. Boy, I can understand how it might be. Kind of hard to love a girl like me. I don't blame you much for want-it to be free. I just wanted you to know.
Third shade of blue. The sky and you. Like the rain over the sea. . Third shade of red. The lover's bed. Crimson blood and rose. . Third shade of green is all that you feel.
Let me drown in an ocean of devotion. Let my joy be in service and love my emotion. Let me be closer that Your right hand. Tighter than Your left hand and let me be a Godly man.
Phil Ochs. There's no place in this world where I'll belong when I'm gone. And I won't know the right from the wrong when I'm gone. And you won't find me singin' on this song when I'm gone.
(K. Cobain). What else should I be. All apologies. What else should I say. Everyone is gay. What else should I write. I don't have the right. What else should I be.
{Words & Music: Hazel O'Connor}. Here I sit so silently, I wait by your opening door. May flit, may fly, may not understand why,. I fear, when I hear you are near me.
Do you need someone?. Are you like me?. Do you fall apart?. You're just like me. . Have there been times?. You felt so low?. Don't you forget. You're not alone.
These are the days. You have been given. These are the ones. These are the ones. . These are the times. We have been given. These are the ones. These are the ones.
There you are, waiting at the station. Searching frantically the place where you belong. Gave you a map that showed you your direction. A shadow tore it up and told you it was wrong.
You are the one who makes it different. But I am the one who makes the waves. All down the line this makes us different. So all our dreams may stay awake.