Nino, walking around on Sunday. Nino, just one more kid in L.A.. With a hubcap and a stick in his hand. In his own parade, leading the band. His head in the sky, his feet nearly touching the sand.
Maybe the hardest thing I've ever done. Was to walk away from you. Leaving behind the life that we'd begun. I split myself in two. Proud and alone, cold as a stone.
Well I looked into a house I once lived in. Around the time I first went on my own. When the roads were as many as the places I had dreamed of. And my friends and I were one.
Standing in the ocean with the sun burning low in the west. Like a fire in the cavernous darkness at the heart of the beast. With my beliefs and possessions, stopped at the frontier in my chest.
I've been waiting for something to happen. For a week or a month or a year. With the blood in the ink of the headlines. And the sound of the crowd in my ear.
I can't keep up with what's been going on. I think my heart must just be slowing down. Among the human beings in their designer jeans. Am I the only one who hears the screams.
Papa hit him, Mama kissed him. Made him go to Catechism. With the sisters in their black and white. And all the time those city streets. Were teaching him another kind of wisdom.
The words had all been spoken. And somehow the feeling still wasn't right. And still we continued on through the night. Tracing our steps from the beginning.
They shot a man into the sky. The moon and stars became his bed. He saw the sun rise seven times. And when he came back down he said. It is one, it is one.
Give us twenty minutes and we'll give you the world. We bring good things to life. The news you need from people you can count on. Doing what we do best.
It was a ruby that she wore. On a chain around her neck. In the shape of a heart. In the shape of a heart. It was a time I won't forget. For the sorrow and regret.
It's such a clever innocence with which you do your sorcery. As if somehow the years just bow and let that young girl go free. I thought I was a child until you turned and smiled.
Baby I guess you know my story. Baby I guess you know my side. It seems I've traded love for glory. But I'm still not satisfied. Given all the years. All the cries and cheers.
As if I really didn't understand. That I was just another part of thir plan. I went off looking for the promise. Believing in the Motherland. And from the comfort of a dreamer's bed.
In my early years I hid my tears. And passed my days alone. Adrift on an ocean of loneliness. My dreams like nets were thrown. To catch the love that I'd heard of.
[Guy-Verse 1]. Now i know you were meant for me. i can tell by the way you was sent to me.. from the heavens above. see you got that special love. 'cause when i go to sleep i get kisses and hugs..
Doctor, my eyes have seen the years and the slow parade of fears without crying. Now I want to understand. I have done all that I could - seen the evil and the good without hiding.
You know its going down. so radio. Fingerdelic. Rock on. Come on. Chorus. I need you by my side to hold through the night and make it alright. . I need you to be there to wipe them tears from my eyes.
Down the side streets and the avenues. There be sisters walkin' two by two. Their dresses and their shoes are new. But their hearts are weary thru and thru.
I live in a small town . . . deep in LA. About five miles north of where the Lakers play. Everybody here's from someplace else. Working all together just like Santa's elves.