Graduation day and you sum up broke. Shuffle your feet and then bum a smoke. You were so convinced that it came up great. There was no one there to tell you, it's too little too late.
Nobody's home. Drive downtown to this bar I know. Drinking alone. Won't get me where I want to go. In a smoke filled room. There's people playing pool.
someone should pull your pants down and kick your idealistic, fatalistic. mind and kiss your ass till it bleed cause you don't realize that you. feed the mind of the dramatic, fanatic, with your bad intentions, new.
I live in the world world of forgotten people. Who've loved and lost their hearts so many times. I'm here in the world world of forgotten people. Where every heart is aching just like mine.
WINGS OF A DOVE. (Bob Ferguson). '59 Husky Music. . On the wings of a snow white dove he sends his pure sweet love. A sign from above on the wings of a dove.
mt: oh yes i'm back again, i'm on tha mic, talking about the crap and. you know that i'm that type, just hanging around and i never get the. grip, but now i'm fucking serious and i'm feeling fuckin sick, i'm sick.
I don't think about us much anymore. And frankly the topic has become a bore. And you don't come up much in my conversations. And I don't think about you on vacation.
Will the real me please stop crying and let me let me forget. There are three faces that I wear the first says I don't care. The second one knows he's lying.
Why me Lord what I have ever done to deserve even one of the pleasures I've known. Tell me Lord what did I ever do. That was worth loving you or the kindness you've shown.
Remember the summer we sat in the rain. Counting the cars on the Southern bound trains. And just for a moment. Our gazes would meet. Lips just an instant from kisses so sweet.
WHY DON'T YOU LOVE ME LIKE YOU USED TO DO. Writer Hank Williams. . Well, why don't you love me like you used to do. How come you treat me like a worn out shoe.
It was a spring day in Ohio. You were such a special child. Let's hold you out the window. Oh, just see the small crowd smile. . Let's take you home and make a fuss.
[ Connie ]. Soft as a voice of an angel breathing a lesson unheard. Hope with a gentle persuasion whispers a comforting word. [ Both ]. Wait till the darkness is over wait till the tempest is done.
Written by wayne carson thompson. Main voice: peter. Produced by continental drifters. Released on 'continental drifters' (1995). . Mmmmmm.. . Honey, I don't know much.
While shepherds watched their flocks by night all seated on the ground. The angel of the Lord came down and glory shone around and glory shone around.
You can't know your real mind. . As long as you deceive yourself. . Regardless of what we do. . Our hearts know the truth. . This path is difficult. .
More than once I've cried because impatience let me down. I could see the gold before the gold was found. And everytime I've trusted love to lead me by the hand.
Someday it'll all come back to me. I'm gonna look for it, look for it everyday. I'm gonna stare at the grass and watch it grow. Count every blade for a thousand miles.
(Where could I go but to the Lord). Living below in this old sinful world hardly a comfort can afford. Striving alone to face temptation sore where could I go but to the Lord.
Tell me. One more time the reason why you must leave. Tell me again why you think you don't need me. Tell me again but don't think you'll convince me.