I'm stranded in space, I'm lost with a trace. I haven't a chance of getting away. Too close to the sun, I surely will burn. Like Icarus before me or so legend goes.
All the fur and fin will lose again. Cause our better is their worst reckonin'. And our fine-feathered friends will sing until they bleed. And how will we replace that symphony?.
Sweet gypsy blowing through my mind. And through my heart so full and empty. Well these days seem strange somehow. A billion years isn't what it appears to be.
They say that these are not the best of times. But they're the only times I've ever known. And I believe there is a time for meditation in cathedrals of our own.
"Summertime" is a George Gershwin song. To be more accurate. (admittedly, only slightly more - I don't actually know what I'm. talking about - haven't y'all figured that out by now?), the music is.
All the fur and fin will lose again. Cause our better is their worst reckonin'. And our fine-feathered friends will sing until they bleed. And how will we replace that symphony?.
i come to you with strange fire. i make an offering of love. the incense of my soul is burned. by the fire in my blood. i come with a softer answer. to the questions that lie in your path.
If you were here in Starkville. Towny boys would love the way you stare. If you were here in starkville. Well the local girls they wouldn't have a prayer.
She packs her bags to leave everyday. And you just wait for it to pass. You hear that patience makes a better man. So you just wait to understand. . Cause you don't wanna write that song.
maybe we'll make texas by the morning. light the bayou with our tail lights in the night. 800 miles to el paso from the state line. and we never have the money for the flight.
Southern man better keep your head. Don't forget what your good book said. Southern change gonna come as last. Now your crosses are burning fast. Southern man.
I caught every red light. on the way to catch you. but that trains pulled out. it's long gone anyway. there was noone. who crossed on the window. cross road signs on the side.
kelly mountain road. saw a heavy load. with a sagging heart. and a break apart. voices in me. stood as thick as thieves. with no sympathy. for the beggars art.
words and music by emily saliers. . I've seen the sun on a funeral, the full moon in a midday sky. Tactician politician hold his head and wonder why. I'm always struck that much harder by the power of suggestion.
If you ever feel you'll lose your dreams. Or your hope seems too far gone. I'll bring the distance to your door. You couldn't ask for any more. . You were around when I needed a friend.
sister i'm heading out of alabama. so you better think fast. the wind is gonna pick me up now. and the rain won't slack. i'm heading down to georgia. so don't lose track.
Should have never crossed your path. Funny things you want the most. Should soon be taken back. Slap my own hands like a child. Stealing from the candy store.
115. you are 17. itchy trigger. and venomous. you're growing longer. you're growing stronger. so shed your skin. baby now shed this. . come on over now.
Yani buna inkar dersek tamam ama (ımm...) hayır kesinlikle inkar değil!. Çünkü eğer inkar ediyo' olsaydım ne yaptığımın farkında olmazdım ben ne yaptığımın tam olarak farkındayım.
I can go one day without calling. Two days without bawling. Three days without missing. But a lifetime of no kissing you. Something that I just can't do.