We don't need a whole lot of money. We don't need a Cadillac car. But what we need is a mountain in Montana. A thousand acre world for the roadies and the girls.
I saw you standing and I felt your rage. Like a dark cloud on a crowded stage. You were talking through the smoke in your fantasy. I know you, girl, I know what to believe.
Bedroom mirrors do tell who's the fairest of them all?. Lime light silhouette transparent walls. Dancing shadows cascade paper dolls. Wailing ghost guitars send in the clowns, send in the clowns.
Ah yeah. Oh, oh, yeah. No doubt. . Do it downtown in from the outside. Yeah, find the scene and work it brother. Moving through sound cities like wild life.
Shake your fist at the sky did your god up and die did your hero. ever lie does your brain ever fry there are no rules let the thunder cry. mean let the gods make a scene how can you fight it out throw your head.
Levels. It's just a case of choosing my priorities. Stages. It's just the art of changing our perception. But when I see that girl it messes my security.
I walked into the room. There came a voice saying aloud. "Thou hast no business here!". "Your best bets to get out!". The spirits in my head said. "You don't have to run!".
I know what it's like to be forgotten. Left alone with your simple dreams. But even dreams are fading fast. No one to turn to when you can't sleep at night.
I took the pills that made me fast to speed my brain future is past. Rapid pulsations upon my heart pulsing my blood from part to part. . Suicide I'm still living suicide I'm still giving.
Paroles originales et musique : Alan Price. Paroles franaises : Vline Buggy et Hugues Aufray. 1964 by Keith Prowse Music Pub co ltd.. 1. Les portes du pnitencier.
I turned around and you were standing there. More than a little high, more than a little crazy. So beautiful I had to stare. . And I knew you had the power to change me.
Warriors on horseback from out of the sky coming to take you away. Your life as it stands now in their hands it lies you won't live another. full day man now he wonders just when he will die searching.
Paroles originales et musique : Alan Price. Paroles franaises : Vline Buggy et Hugues Aufray. 1964 by Keith Prowse Music Pub co ltd.. 1. Les portes du pnitencier.
Mighty high or low down. Turn around the words that they say. Low is not the last one. 'Cause you know, if you know. . You'd be learning from a hit lip.
Les mains tendues tu rclames la libert. A ton pre qui ne peut pas,. ne veut pas comprendre. Il voudrait te voir derrire son tabli. Un marteau en main tout' ta vie.
Death is drawing closer, I'm fighting for my life. I know not how to stop it, live through this pain and strife. Awakened in the nighttime, I'm fighting for my life.
Do what you want girl, but be what you are. There ain't no right er wrong way. Just to play from the heart. It ain't a sign of weakness girl, to give yourself away.
They're coming,. they're soaring they're flying right out of the sky you're hearing. the screams of your comrades and wondering why stare at the skies.
I would fly ten thousand miles. Through the pouring rain. Just to see your face. . I'd bare my soul to a total stranger. Just to say your name. And I'm not ashamed.
Look at me, I'm running. Ooh, what have I done. Oh, I must have hurt someone. It's dark in Subway Station. Gimme place to hide. Oh, I hear the voices deep inside.