L.A. people in hot cars. Don't know which way to go. No more room on the freeway. Only want to get home. Atmosphere is oppressive. But we're breathing it in.
Hope is like a lighthouse keeper's beam. Hope the master cobbler of our dreams. For Hope believes in desert streams. The mightiest of stars. The microcosm in a jar.
It happened back in ancient times. When people worked overtime overtime. In fact I think in 1985. Life was busy in the big city. And the union was sitting pretty.
When to his end the old man came. Death told him "You'll not die in vain". And on his lips the fatal kiss was placed. . But from within his falling chest.
It doesn't really matter where you are. You could be living on a distant star. Just as long as you're feeling right. You could be happy on this fine night.
Oh. My love and I were thinking. How low our boat was sinking. From fishing for the blues. Every lure we tried. Jonesey turned the tide. We lost our cool.
December dream. The last snowfall in June. The darkest nightmare. Too late. Too soon. . Don't cry darling, don't cry. We will all die. December dream.
'Twas one long year today. I left Bournemouth and you. Adventure, salt and spray. King's service I must do. But dear Christine I hold you dearly. If only you could hear me.
You're the answer to my question. You're the theme of my every whim. You're the highlight of my invention. Tell me whether I sink or swim. Cherie be my cherie.
Melankolia on muodista poissa,. Markon naminamikarkeloissa.. Liity meihin, kelkkaan hypp,. negatiivisemman ajattelun ryhmn.. Huumorin kukka on kielletty kukka..
In your mind you have abilities you know. To telepath messages through the vast unknown. Please close your eyes and concentrate. With every thought you think.
Hodad made the scene toting a six-pack of cold cola. A stogie smoking in hand. A groovin' in his sandals. . California's on my mind. Surf and sand setting in the sun.
When that blue smoke gets in your eyes. You'll choke, choke 'til you cry. Oh you'll die. Hey where you gonna hide. Well you can talk about the fog in London.
One day when life is taking you nowhere. And you need someone who really cares. When the love that you lost is found. And you will want me around. I'll meet you at the end of the rainbow.
Come aboard my ship, I've something to show you. Some new equipment to take us where we're going. A subspace machine, a hole in the fabric. Of the very being of the universe.
Late last night while wishing on a star. Down from the sky came a man in a car. He said "Get in, Jackson. Come on let's go for a ride". Outta sight. .
I never had a closer friend than you. I never had such good times as the ones we used to have together. You're the one I told my problems to. Throughout the years remained true blue.
It started off a routine day. I got through the morning in the usual way. I caught the bus on time. Good morning, Mr. Driver, drive. As I sat inside my overcoat I clutched my cane.
They used to tell me that I was just a fool. Dreaming away my time. But they soon found the more they put me down. The more I blocked them from my mind.
Vint anys gemegant,. fent de l'angoixa el nostre cant.. Vint anys gemegant,. sentint les llgrimes coll avall. i el cansament en caiguda lliure dins el cos..