I set the table. I poured the wine. I heard a sound. I watched for signs. I got up and looked around. Not another soul was found. . I ate in silence. I cleaned my plate.
Modem load and failsafe. Electric teenage dust. Hit the solvent keypad. Start the neural rust. . Power on the highway. Data in my head. Surfing on the network.
Fuck you and your book too. You can have it back. When I'm gone these songs. Will be my tracts. . And I had a stupid dream that I could change things.
A body is washed up on a Norfolk beach. He was a friend that I could not reach. He thought I was cold but I understand. But for the grace of god goes another man.
A body is washed up on a Norfolk beach. He was a friend that I could not reach. He thought I was cold but I understand. But for the grace of god goes another man.
A body is washed up on a Norfolk beach. He was a friend that I could not reach. He thought I was cold but I understand. But for the grace of god goes another man.
Ella vive una canción de un amor.. Que viene y va. Ella trata de gozar. Aunque el corazon le duele más.. Es una historia como otra,. Y la otra es otra historia más..
Veo sombras que se apagan, veo mil fotos del ayer.. Mil recuerdos que se acaban, queda un sueño aún por ver.. . Quiero escapar, y despertar, sin saber del tiempo..
Saturday from 8 to 5. 1120 East Valley Drive. Power tools and a few guitars. Atari and some vintage Matchbox cars. And a new bass boat. Everything must go.
(t. b. schmit/w. jennings/b. gaitsch). . Sadie made it down in hollywood. She worked real hard and she did real good. Now the years are finally coming down.
(Dudas/Grakal/Hudson). Everybody's got a broken heart. Played the fool and done their part. But fools rush in, baby, so why did we?. . Another day, a long lonely night.
Schmit. . I don't much like it when you are gone. Something's wrong when you're gone. I know you're safe and you won't be long. But I don't much like it when you're gone.
Weißt Du wie die Dichter schreiben?. Hast Du je einen gesehn?. Dichter schreiben einsam. . Weißt Du wie die Maler malen?. Hast Du je einen gesehn?. Maler malen einsam.
You've talking about your woman. I wish to God... man... that you could see mine. You're talking about your woman. I wish to God that you could see mine.
Well I woke up this morning. On the wrong side of the bed. And how I got to thinkin'. About all those things you said. About ordinary people. And how they make you sick.
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When you see a girl walking down the street,. You can bet she's fine, you can bet she's sweet,. Down in East L.A.,. Down in East L.A.. . Not too far from the city lights,.
Time has a way of healing, or so they say. So why am I still left here cryin'?. . Caught in these ways of emotions as people stare. I find there's no real place for me to hide.
The night belongs to us. We're caught in a world of our own. We cling to the hope it would change for us. Is it in vain? Is it too late?. Why did it have to be you than I..
Don't go. . Does it have to be this way?. . Can't we have just one more chance?. . Those who know. They will not say. . Must this be the final.... . Dance in our lives?.