Poinciana, your branches speak to me of love. Pale moon is casting shadows from above. Poinciana, somehow I feel the jungle heat. Within me, there grows a rhythmic, savage beat.
Pieces of dreams. Islands and oceans. Lovers marooned in each other's arms. Just you and me. The sand and the sea. All alone and drifting it seems. Floating away on.
Operator give me information. Information give me long distance. Long distance give me Heaven. . 2 3 oh operator, information. Give me Jesus on the line.
Rosie got religion. Learned it on the farm. Got to New York City, lined a (censored out) in her arm. Got to New York City, Leroy led the way. Made her somethin' special doin' business on Broadway.
Darkness lights the lamps of old Brazil. Deep inside the jungle hearts are still. Tigers hide inside alley cats eyes. Waiting for you to walk by. . Underneath this starlight latitude.
Bored to life you shower with a knife. You mix Ambien and motorbikes. She heaves a sigh in the middle of the night. That says come inside her and it kills the vibe.
On a little street in Singapore. With me beside a lotus covered door. A veil of moonlight on her lovely face. How pale the hands that held me in embrace.
you might somehow be redeemed. even though your heathen days. are long gone. & the need to be redeemed. is such a boring thing to want. caved in, hibernating.
Clif---------------------------------------ford. I know he'll never be forgotten. Long as there's still sound. He was a king uncrowned. Not all kings are given crowns.
There's music in the streets. And there's music in the air. A little ol' soul beat. Dancin' everywhere. . I would tell the whole world. I'd tell 'em if I could.
World, I wanna know. If you want my lover or you're workin through the wolves. World, I wanna know. If you are my lover or you're working through the wolves.
It has begun, there's nothin' in the world to stop it now. It's in control, we might as well just try to stop the wind. So give up, give in, you lose, love will always win.
Beneath the marbled halls of Pretoria. There's the faintest sound rising from the underground. Behind the prison walls poets fantasize. Voices lost are found captive in the underground.
Turnin' back the hands of time. Holdin' on to misty memories. Chasin' shadows through the night. Tryin' to find that happy ending. . Reachin' out for another chance at heaven.
I woke up this morning with a feeling of despair. I looked for my pussy but my pussy wasn't there. . Well, well, well. My cat fell in the well. Oh puss puss puss poor kitty kitty kitty.
I woke up this morning with a feeling of despair. I looked for my pussy but my pussy wasn't there. . Well, well, well. My cat fell in the well. Oh puss puss puss poor kitty kitty kitty.
Move, c'mon -- move. . Nothing's lacking motion. Not the heavens or the ocean. Or the planets or the weather. All are moving all together. On the move.
Amene Tag wo aues wine Stoppstrass schint,. wit vom richtig Lottoschiin,. schnänkt mä sich ä chli Brodaux ii,. doch am auer auer auer liebste am nä Tag wo aus chopfstat..
Once there was light, perfectly white, far as the eye could wander. Once there was time, morning and night. Once there was sky, over yonder. . The day begins, metropolis lies sleeping like a drunken soldier.
Let me introduce you. I've heard that boredom's entered your life. And you're feelin' real low. Have you met Benny Bailey?. Well he's a fella that you should know.