Sometimes I'd like to go to bed. With a hundred women or men. And lose my mind in lust and drink. And to hit some people into feeling good, oh. Sometimes I'd like to dance in the street.
I've been searching for a certain place. Where the mask of war burned without a trace. Through time we tried to heal. Blind eyes see but don't feel. .
There was a time when there was nothing at al. Nothing at all, just a distant hum. There was a being and he lived on his own. He had no one to talk to, and nothing to do.
I used to try to talk to you. I spoke from my heart. But you misread. The words I said. Right from the start. . I never really knew. How much you were not like me.
They were guardians of the breath. Trusted with those precious chances. Keeping Gaia from the fear of death. Balances must be defended. To take only what they must.
Lord, his daddy was an honest man. A redwood Georgia farmer. His mama lived a short life. Having kids and bailing hay. . He had fifteen years. And he ached inside to wander.
Looking at you now, you seem just a shadow. You had the energy to recharge our batteries. I suppose your success became your security. Darkness is not what you need.
He wasn't looking for a pretty face. She wasn't searching for the latest style. He didn't want someone who walked straight off the TV. She needed someone with an interior smile.
Please don't look at me this way. I am from the same seed as you. Take me back to the womb. I am weary of this life. Don't believe in my eyes. Don't believe in my mind.
Between every man there is a division. Nobody ever seems to get it right. Even between friends there is a long gap. One of them makes a mistake, there is a fight.
Some people I know have given up on their lives. Drowning their sorrows, and mumblin', and forgot the fight. We can tip the balance we can break those barriers down.
It's not my fault if you didn't live out your youthful dreams. Now you want to backtrack, how different it all seems. Love seems to be like alcohol, evaporates before your eyes.
Well you're not, you're not who you think you are. Well we think that you are John or Dave. But you're not, you're not who you think you are. Jumbled mass of preconceived ideas.
I was walking down the street. With my old friend Luke. And the strangest thing we saw. There was a flash like dynamite. And we fell down to the floor.
He arrived on the scene. With no past and no future. He seemed to know your dreams. Replace tears with laughter. Street corner whispers. Would mention his name.
The lives were taken. For feasts at the table. A life of misery. Ending with a shock. Brutal murder (brutal murder). All hands to the slaughter. Mass torture.
Well, in the North of Carolina, way back in the hills. Me and my old pappy and he had him a still. He brewed white lightnin' till the sun went down. And then you'd fill him a jug and he'd pass it around.
The Ceremony. George Jones and Tammy Wynette. (Spoken). Do you take this man to be your husband?. I'll take this man, and by him I'll stand. I promise that we'll never part..
Imagine a world where no music was playing. Then think of a church with nobody praying. If you ever looked up at a sky with no blue. Then you've seen a picture of me without you.
Oh, yeah. You got me, yeah. Oh, yeah. You got me, yeah. . Girl you didnt know. You just caught me on. Baby you should take your time with me. In my world.