I was hanging in out in L.A. looking for a real cool place to go. I struck up a conversation with this dude wearing hip hop clothes. He said you talk like you're from Texas let me welcome you to our town.
You have sailed the sparkling waters. of the shady sandy coast of Carolina.. From the rock bound coast of Maine. down past Virgina to the sunny Florida keys..
Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound. That saved a wretch like me. I once was lost but now I am found. Was blind but now, I see. . T'was Grace that taught my heart to fear.
Where the sun goes up and the sun comes down nothing ever changes in a border town. It turns around and starts all over again. It's alcohol and nicotine and everyday's like Halloween.
It was just another day in the life of planet earth. Twenty-four more hours going by. Traffic was heavy and there was a little rain. Babies were born and people died.
Can't keep my faith held in. Keep my mouth shut anymore. Oh it's impossible. . Where do I fit in. When no matter where I stand I still fall?. I'm on the outside looking in.
Amour, mon père et je n'sais pas comment. Amour, ma mère et tous ces sentiments. Amour, mon frère et ma sœur évidemment. Amour, serait-ce un jeu d'enfants à crier tout le temps?.
Arrache-moi les yeux. Que je ne puisse plus voir. . Arrache-moi les mains. Que je ne puisse toucher. . Arrache-moi les ongles. La douleur jusqu'au bout des doigts.
The people's key. Ringing through arena seats. The black machine. Played it all from memory. A fever dream. Well, I'll come back eventually. To wade into the water.
Away in a manger, no crib for a bed. The little Lord Jesus lay down his sweet head. The stars in the sky look down where he lay. The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay.
we escape from the house. as the day disappears from the sky. into night. we became what we wanted to be. like a dream or a ghost. i collapse out of turn.
We must talk on every telephone. Get eaten off the web. We must rip out all the epilogues. From the books that we have read. And to the face of every criminal.
We must talk on every telephone. Get eaten off the web. We must rip out all the epilogues. From the books that we have read. And to the face of every criminal.
Did you expect it all to stop. At the wave of your hand?. Like the sun's just gonna drop. If it's night you demand. Well, in the dark we are just air.
You can make a plan. Carve it into stone. Like a feather falling. It is still unknown. . Until the clock speaks up. Says it's time to go. You could choose the high.
The fragile keep secrets. Gathered in pockets. And they will sell them for nothing. A cheap watch or locket. That kind of gold washes off. And the sad act like lepers.
Used to dream of time machines. Now it's been said we're post-everything. As a child, imagining. Neckties and coastlines. I've seen the show, man, what a sight.
Did you expect it all to stop. At the wave of your hand?. Like the sun's just gonna drop. If it's night you demand. Well, in the dark we are just air.
Well I'm changin all my strings. I'm gonna write another travelin' song. About all the billion highways. And the cities at the break of dawn. . Well, I guess the best that I can do now.
Well I'm changin all my strings. I'm gonna write another travelin' song. About all the billion highways. And the cities at the break of dawn. . Well, I guess the best that I can do now.