Ah the blues. The ball and chain that is 'round every English musician's leg. In fact every musician's leg. Tryin' to kick it off baby?. No no.. You'll just never do it.
I find it hard to speak sometimes, my words are broken lines.. Your heart is patient and so is mine.. . That's not enough to make it through the winter oh no..
I stretch my hands. Clutch vacant laughter. In silence and sweet, sweet pain. Without demand. But with a longing. For what will never come again. I smell your perfume.
Sing me to sleep. Sing me to sleep. I'm tired and I. I want to go to bed. Sing me to sleep. Sing me to sleep. And then leave me alone. Don't try to wake me in the morning.
grab my face. as hard as it's funny to you. while i pretend. i'm your real dad. how is anne's cough today miss sheryl. i pretend to ask. a daughter who i bug.
up, along the rocks,. it's good, it's not so hard now.. up, I bite my tongue, who cares?. this chance to drop off. all that you left you left for someone all of this hurt that's wilted off.
All we ever wanted was everything. All we ever got was cold. Get up, eat jelly. Sandwich bars, and barbed wire. Squash every week into a day. The sound of drums is calling.
shut up shut up. i wanna hear that pin pricking. shut up shut up. i wanna hear that nail scrape. shut up shut up. up your insipid voice. shut up shut up.
A little girl was born today. In a house not far away from where I live. That little girl means more to me. Much more than you could ever see or know my love.
If it's love that you want. Baby you've got it. From the depth of my soul. Baby you've got it. . But I've been watching you. And I don't think that you're game.
In your reflection. I don't know you that well but I like your energy. . She is a wolf looking through my window. She is a wolf looking through my window.
Hey, let's cross the sea. And get some culture. Red wine with every meal. And absinthe after dinner. We'd look good side by side. Walking back to the hotel.
Too many geeks, too many miles.. Too many stagedives into the pile.. Too many beers, too many cops.. Too many rednecks at the truckstop.. They hate our guts, don't like our kind..
This meeting is a coincidence. which deserves a second look:. we've seen the chapter of accidents. become the longest in the book.. I see your face in the picture for better or worse,.
Da, da, die, chop, chop. Da, da, die, chop, chop. Da, da, die, chop, chop. Da, da, die, chop, chop. . Da, da, die, chop, chop. Da, da, die, chop, chop.
The rhythm of the rain gives an off beat on the window pane. Like an angel crying from the sky. I can see its beauty after the snow. I can see its beauty after the snow.
Hitchhiked to hell and back. Riding the wind. Waiting for a generation's bonfire to begin. When the plunder of the poets. Thunder of a punk's guitar. Beat life to my body.
We sat there exposed. to the wind and the thunder. Chilled to the bone. Huddled together. You kissed me goodbye. And I called God a liar. We snuck off like thieves.
The night is gonna crush the day. Once it was the other way. We hope that you enjoy your stay. In the age of miracles. . There's plenty work for everyone.