I believe in miracles. I don't believe in sin. I believe in wizardry. I don't believe in trends. White magic / Black magic. Which am I to choose?. I believe that is up to me.
White Stallions. (Chandler). . yesterday I saw my face. pictured in the sky. as I gazed upon myself. my whole life flashed by. I heard the sound of hoofbeats.
The Walking Dead. (Chandler). . close your eyes. wait for them. excorcise. evil whims. walking dead. have no soul. when you touch them. feels so cold.
Here we stand on the edge of the day. Faces melting in the african rain. So many seasons of silent war. So many drowned before they reached the shore.
Sweat in the heat for days on end. Waiting for you to come again. To hear the words spill from your lips. "the system has fallen". . Mass action on the radio.
Amambuka, amambuka azothengisa izwe lakithi, izwe lakithi. . He was taken in the night. They came without any warning. No time to hide or fight. They came like bees aswarming.
DV: deep voice, SV = squeaky voice. DV: Boy, you listen to your old Pappy. SV: Yeah, Pappy. DV: And stop drinking so much. SV: I'm-I'm ain't been doing so much drinking, Pappy.
Out to the west there's a trail that leads somewhere. And a call of the wild that takes some people there. Through Monument Valley to California sun. From New Amsterdam to the way the West was won.
Why smoke is coming out of ground. Tell me why. . My English make an ugly sound. But I try. . Why the Empire State Building green. Tell me why. . Why house is smell of gasoline.
You come into my life. And then you go away. You make me feel like a fool. For wanting you to stay. But I'm a busy guy. A lot of things to do. But there's a reason why.
DV: deep voice, SV = squeaky voice. DV: Boy, you listen to your old Pappy. SV: Yeah, Pappy. DV: And stop drinking so much. SV: I'm-I'm ain't been doing so much drinking, Pappy.
And the time is right. And tonight's the night. Alreed-alright. Come on, old man, come on. We the cats shall hep ya. So reap this righteous riff. Here's the beat to hep ya.
In distant lands. There's no such luxury. You'd give your hand. In pre-arranged matrimony. . You'd wear the veil. I'd sit in some cafe somewhere. Instead of this running around.
Maybe it would be better if we never said goodbye. Maybe I'd grow much older with you in my life. Maybe we'd come out winners putting the world to right.
Working and waiting in the hot sun. With all the rich saints, and the fallen ones. Working and waiting for the night to come. And the waiting for a. And the waiting for a.
The sun is peeking over the ocean. And I can't remember how this felt. But now I know you have to blur the lines. We're waiting for fate to open up our eyes.
Have you told her son about the alcohol and medicine. Or the wasted days while friendships frayed. Where you could barely carry your weight. . Flip the lights down or pretend you're not alone.
(They said a rain's coming). It's been coming down all day out there. (And all evening). It's not letting up. (I'm not leaving). If home is where the heart is.
You called me out. And now I'm showing bloodied and broken. But I'll still sing for you. You called me out. But if you're looking for love. In the oceans you might find.