What's with tonight?. Inspiration says to "write a song about tonight.". Maybe a sound about abusers, a song about a loser,. a song about lie.. Should I sell it?.
(old man talkin). Why havent you learned anythin? Its all there!. Its all there in toinbe in those books on the shelf. supression breeds violence. your gonna raise the curfew an hour?.
Waiting here watching VH1. Counting Crows is playing "Round Here". And I'm not having fun. Because you're not here with me. three more years- six more days to go.
Nobody lows me. Like I do. Nobody loves me. Like I do. . Self pity. . I can't do anything. What can I. do? I can't do anything. What. can I do?. . Self pity.
There she went she took the walk of life.... the walk of death her life was hard she painted. herself in a corner now she can't get out the. bridge is near and death is just a step away.
"Who said, anybody likes you? You'll find out.". Opened minded with an open mouth.. My throat got tired when the dirt went down.. "Who said, anybody likes you? You'll find out.".
I don't know why. Depression it comes and goes. (throughout my whole life. it's something that I've known). Familiar to me like a recurring dream. One happy moment.
If I could travel back in time. I'd go to 1899. High in the Sierra Hills. And ride the lumber down the Sanger flume. . The flume. Ride the flume. Ride the flume.
I hear the rich guns go pop pop, Arriba!. All this noise has got to stop, Arriba!. All those burns who have no cash, they're lazy!. And if they think they're getting ours, they're crazy!.
Another day you're not with me. We can always be together in our dreams. So I'll await for you tomorrow. And think of al the good times. And the places we will go.
How can I make this a metaphor for how you spit on this,. For how you make me feel. Your 'sorry' gives as much as 'sorry' gets.. The riff is in. The riff is out again. I can't allow its taking me over..
you've spread your wings and learned to fly. you've tried and tried and now you've succeeded. weil, that's too bad, that's too bad, that's too bad. i'm alive, that's too bad, that's too bad.
[written by Flock Of Seagulls]. . I saw your eyes,. And you made me smile;. For a little while. I was falling in love.. I saw your eyes,. And you touched my mind..
I don't belong, singing these anthems. This fever is cunning. Deadly, it's running straight for the exit, detoured through my veins. Telling me to "Get the Fuck OUt". I don't recall how it all started. I tripped on a bass line. Now my guitar screams loud about living, loud about love, loud about loathing myself. When all is said and done. When all we've said, we've done..
I recall at the end of it all. You were on your knees and I was standing tall. But is my memory deceiving me?. Was I hanging there while you prayed for me?.
Somewhere inside there is a place that feels. There is a place with no ideals. And somewhere inside there is a man that knows. That there is hope for a crying world.
Red on red. You make me. Not what was or could be. Not below or above. It's you that i love. Red on red. Now take me. Into the fat to fry. Now who, what or why.
shooting, fleeting. get onto the set at night. play it and repeat it. if you don't then the people won't get it tonight. scripted, heard it. don't it just sound so right?.
You've lost me now again. Burns my heart away. For me to hear you say. Words so solemn. It's hurting now again. Now that you're away. Forgive me as I stare into your eyes.