What are you gonna say when she picks up the phone?. Should you leave a message if she's not at home?. I wanted to know if you'd like to see a movie or get a drink.
What are you gonna say when she picks up the phone?. Should you leave a message if she's not at home?. I wanted to know if you'd like to see a movie or get a drink.
Evelyn sits by the elevator doors.. It's been 37 years since James died on St. Patrick's day in 1964.. She could not hold it against him.. There were times there was nothing she could do.
I heard the hype about your band, I've seen your video playing on the TV. Publicity photos in magazines; oh, none of it makes me feel anything. I would be lying to you if I did not say something that would make me feel like a politician.
Evelyn sits by the elevator doors.. It's been 37 years since James dies on St. Patrick's Day in 1964,. but she could not hold it against him.. There were times when there was nothing she could do but lie in bed all day beside a picture of them together....
She could hear them fucking through those thin hotel walls. She heard babies crying, she heard laughter, she heard sirens. Red and blue lights flashing through those cheap hotel drapes.
I'm a prisoner. Won't you set me set me free. I'm a prisoner. Won't you set me free. . You can have my body. But you can't have me. . I know I'm a criminal.
Sometimes you feel so far away,. Distanced from all the action of the play,. Unable to grasp significance,. Marking the plot with diffident dismay,. .
no more politics, i know what's next. call me hypocrite, and burn down bridges. i got a river running through my neck. i got a river running through my heart.
These people don't understand!. They're not rebels like us.. They don't know what we've been through. We're just outcasts.. . They can't handle the truth..
How can I keep myself from falling apart. When this is so hard?. I see you there up against the wall,. With your folded arms.. You don't define me,. You don't own me,.
Do I fuel my hunger deprive my dreams. Live my lonely worn out seam. Stitches weary and the scars they leave. I'm the only one deceived. . Please stand clear from the blast.
Promise of you. It sleeps in the air. The air that I breathe. And I know that it's true. Don't have to convince myself to believe. What secrets sleep in the heart of a man.
Let them in, Peter. For they are very tired. Give them couches where the angels sleep. And light those fires. Let them wake whole again. To brand new dawns.
"There's a black girl singin' in the morning before church. Cause she wants things just right. There's a white boy holdin' his head. Cause he stayed out too late last night.
The have nots have had enough and now they're out to kill the king. Of what looks to be an evil empire where short-term earnings mean everything. There's a pressure to deliver here, your gonna get hurt if you don't play this game.
Come along with me now cause there are things I've been. Dying to tell you. The best of the worst things that you never. Needed to know. . This is the kind of comedy where no one's.
I got my pictures back today. And the expression on your face. Was all you had to say. To clue me in to what's going on. . I can't believe I said I loved you for so long.