I saw a woman. out in the evening. going her Mary way. up a city block. . Stricken by a strange pose. bent out of shape. the pose of a puppet. master gone.
And now the night and the liquor wear off. I see your sister more clear. Now that the sun has warmed the sky. . Won't you sleep, my lady. Go to sleep baby.
Its a rebellion. Its coming down your street. Its a rebellion. Doc Martins on their feet. . Its a rebellion. Your head is gonna get punched. Its a rebellion.
Last night was the science-fiction. Movie with you and me. You in your velvet space-helmet. Me in my rainball hat. . If you'd write my lines. I would gladly play father-time on your tv-show.
I'm a singer. I sing songs. . Piled into our big black van. . And the we drove it all across this land. . Playing music that was big and loud. The open road is what it's all about.
I ring into zero. 'why you so long off darling?. you're so right so. right so right. . All lit up on the insides. your eyes betray no nighttimes. mirrors where the panes had been'.
Misanthropic maniacs. Is what we've all become. We don't hate. Just anything. We just hate everyone. We hate the malls. But we love beer. And we hate our mothers.
Sweep up, little sweeper boy. It's you who's got the wig on here. Sweep up, little sweeper boy, sweep up. . Yellow is the color of my true love's crossbow.
Step from the dark bright ocean. Cradled by the interior wave. Under the song so long time gone. Come outnumber the days I have waited. . So many suns.
Cantando la meloda, corremos con libertad. A poco que nos descuide, nos encontramos en un camino equivocado. Murmurando, seguimos adelantando. La soledad, nunca nos enfrentamos con l, en este camino equivocado.
Send my fond regards to Lonelyville. I'm staying in my well-appointed valley on the hill. Oh, I'll grow hale on seawater. A son on the honey milk. And leave something to loneliness.
Red lips, red nails. Tore out my heart and put me through Hell. I used to love her. But now I hate her. I want revenge against my betrayer. I'm through trying.
I'll be arriving. 'Til the day I die. I'll be arriving. 'Til the day I die. . When the golden chair. It comes down from the sky. I'll arrive by day, by night.
My friends, the presidents I pass away. Haunt all corners {& coroners} of my current state. In no clearer measure of my living will. This is my two dollar bill.
La T'hezzi kaboush el toute. Ma Bhabek Law Batmoute. Ana Ya Helwih Mejawazz. Za'almeh A'ael Baytoute. . La T'arini Bsham El Ward. La Etdafeni Bheb El Bard.
It hasn't been this bright. In a century and a third. At this time of night. In the great wide world. . The moon is overhead. Her light shines down on me.
I heard your voice in the Dresden. As baby took to the stairs. With all my loving. Heard your voice in the Dresden. Now it follows me everywhere. . Dear woman at the gates of the dawn.
Well, I don't care, your cameras caught me crying as I left your gates. Or that your maintenance men, they caught our last embrace. Well, you were on the verge of tears when I first knew I would know you.
Remember let's plant a flowering tree. Here in the rubble and debris. I'll tend it with a tear. If you only hold my hand. . How's forever been baby?. How's forever been baby?.