If you go away. On this summer day. Then you might as well. Take the sun away. All the birds that flew. In the summer sky. When our love was new. And our hearts were high.
He's a hero of the war. All the neighborhood is talkin' 'bout your son. Mrs. Reiley get his medals. Hand them 'round to everyone. Show his gun to all the children in the street.
Mend. Amend. Bring and rub. Beat the band. I tried. I tried. Shrugged off the splintering white bone. Teeth shaken out with a stroke. Brain running down along spear.
Oh I can see them now. Clutching a handkerchief. And blowing me a kiss. Discreetly asking how. How came he died so young. Or was he very old. Is the body still warm.
It's your bicycle bells. And your Rembrandt swells. You're children like. And still breathing. It's your look of loss. When you're coming across. Makes me feel like a thief.
What do Seoul/Sudan have in common?. Both start with an S. Deep as a virus. Little Mary. Little Mary. From scratchless I ascend. Stamps tongue-swabbed.
Andrea turn to me and hear what I'm sayin'. And why must you always be kneelin' and prayin'?. Though hard as I run I can't overcome. The things that this city has taken.
Andrea turn to me and hear what I'm sayin'. And why must you always be kneelin' and prayin'?. Though hard as I run I can't overcome. The things that this city has taken.
"A moving aria. for a vanished. style of mind. A noble debut. tackling vertiginous. demands. Has absence ever. sounded so. eloquent. so sad. I doubt it?".
Hope for me, I hope for you,. We're snowdrops falling through the night.. . We'll melt away before we land,. Two teardrops for somebody's hand.. . Follow me into just one more Spring..
"Milosevic couldn't care less if Bosnia was recognized" a laughing Dr. Karadzic later told a television interviewer. He said, "Caligula proclaimed his horse senator but the horse never took his seat.".
Birds. Birds. This is not a cornhusk doll. Dipped in blood in the moonlight. Like what happen in America. This is us. Our eyesides snagged. Dipped in mob in the daylight.
There's a butterfly circling the beach. Searching the rocks where you are. He chooses your hair, and that's where he belongs. For he's lost like a star.
Here I am back home again. I'm here to rest. All they ask is where I've been. Knowing I've been West.. . I'm the family's unknown boy. Golden curls and envied hair.
You'll lose your way. A boy child rides upon your back. Take him away. Through mirrors dark and blessed with cracks. Through forgotten courtyards. Where you used to search for youth.
Best Of Both Worlds,. That's what you want. All your own way,. That's not my way. . And I won't share you,. I couldn't fare to. It's time for you to choose.
She stands all alone. You can hear her hum softly. From her fire escape in the sky. She fills the bags 'neath her eyes. With the moonbeams. And cries 'cause the world's passed her by.
The Angels of Ashes. Will give back your passions. Again and again. . Their light shafts. Will reach through the darkness. And touch you my friend. . They'll fly in a mind dance.
In the port of Amsterdam. There's a sailor who sings. Of the dreams that he brings. From the wide open sea. In the port of Amsterdam. . There's a sailor who sleeps.
Each night I meant to say. I missed her through the day. But I'd forget it. I never said it. . I passed the flower shop. Lord knows I meant to stop. But I said tomorrow.