With our nets and gear we're faring. On the wild and wasteful ocean.. Its there that we hunt and we earn our bread. As we hunted for the shoals of herring.
It's oh so late, are you asleep?. There's not a sound, so it's time for me to. dream.. The window pane, late city scenes, so far. away from where I was weaned..
I wish I was back in Liverpool. Liverpool town where I was born. Where there ain't no trees, no scented breeze. No fields of waving corn. But there's lots of girls with peroxide curls.
Goodnight Irene, goodnight. Goodnight Irene, goodnight. Goodnight Irene, goodnight Irene. I'll see you in my dreams. . Sometimes I live in the country.
The last time I saw you was down at the Greeks. There was whiskey on Sunday and tears on your cheeks. You sang me a song as pure as the breeze. On a road leading up Glenaveigh.
Oh, I'm sailin' away my own true love. I'm sailin' away in the morning. Is there something I can send you from across the sea. From the place that I'll be landing?.
In the morning we built the city. In the afternoon walked through its streets. Evening saw us leaving. . We wandered through our days as if they would never end.
In the city of Chicago, as the evening shadows fall. There are people dreaming of the hills of Donegal. . Eighteen forty-seven was the year it all began.
Accentuate the positive. Destroy all the negatives. Before the black mass media. Get a hold of them. . Boy's been sniffing that frog powder. Drinking that genius juice.
As the night falls, as the sun starts to sink. And the street lights blink on the town's yawning. I climb down my stairs to the empty avenue. And follow my shadow till morning.
It's a funny thing about humility. As soon as you know you're being humble. You're no longer humble. It's a funny thing about life. You've got to give up your life to be alive.
[Chorus:]. When all the ladies heard that he was dead. Some wore orange dresses. And some wore red. . When all the ladies heard that he had died. He could hear them wailing.
Its time to kill. Leaf through this here travel proposal. The imbecile. All we have is at your disposal. Lets go. Youre under stress, change your address.
I was conceived in a behavior station. Light years from civilization. I was born in oblivion. Half Balinese half Libyan. My father was a vector. My mother was a specter.
It can kill from any distance but you never see it strike. There isn't any warning, no blinding flash of light. It hits you when your back's turned or when your eyes are closed.
I been waiting for a long, long time. I been waiting for a long, long time. I been waiting for a long, long time. I been waiting for the long time now.
When eagles die.... They don't just fly away...fly away.... The time has come. Their will must fade away...fade away...MMMMM. It's not a loss of innocence.
If you look out your window as the sun's going down. I'll be there by the side of the road. And I'll ride you away from this dirty old town. And never again leave you alone.
I see telepresence. Placeless space. Birdcage on a loop, Baby. Total waste. . I feel greed infection. Tears of steam. It's the Jesus Channel, Baby. Make the metal scream.
Swizzle stick. I can take you with a swizzle stick. Swizzle stick. And vanish you like a magic trick. . In the neck is low tech. Through the heart is high art.