You thought it was a good thing. Were you fooled again?. Is it me who did the foolin'?. Tell me where and when. Where and when now, little girl, little girl.
Promised cures for everyman. Snake oil and circuses. You can get to Heaven, yes you can. So judge the books by their surfaces. . And someone's taking care of business.
Well, that was some performance you gave at the Albert's Dam. Oh Sri Lanka, hilarious. And by the way you missed nothing after leaving. . I used to think that the day would never come.
Drifter, what about her conversation?. Drifter, how about an explanation?. Where you go when you receive?. And why you never let her feed?. On all that truth you hold so dear.
This is how my heart heard. That little thing in tears, they call the truth. It said, "Be done with her, she's done with you". This is how my heart heard.
So, my friend, were left out on our own again.. Oh yeah, but who knows where were goin.. . Come, well walk the night, well listen. To all of those no longer with us,.
There once was a pirate. Who put out to sea. His mates all around him. No maiden on his knee. Oh sail for a little. A little little litte. Oh sail for a little.
All the shadows blue, in the winter moon. The stars within the darkness. They remember you and they sorrow too. With all the winds that blow. . Every book you'd read, in the evening breeze.
The word is told, now. The word is said. The word is old, now. And the stone is bread. . The heart is born, now. The heart is flesh. The heart is known, now.
The word is told, now. Word is said. Word is old, now. And the stone is bread. . Heart is bone, now. The heart is flesh. The heart is known, now. And the no is yes.
Listen if you will, I have a tale to tell. Of an unfortunate man, the name of Solomon Snell. And the philosophy he should have embraced. That says no matter what you do, you'll never be safe.
Should I say I'm sorry. For what I'm going to say?. I guess it's way beyond me. To sleep with yesterday. . I want to see my future. I want to know my past.
If I crack up. Lose my head. Try to hid beneath my bed. And leave the television on. So I don't think of what's gone wrong. I beg the dawn. . Break through, save me.
Hit the town, still dressing down. Looking for some action, Mr. Jagger said it best. He knows you never get, no satisfaction. But Mr. Dylan knows, that everyone is more or less a Rolling Stone.
Lieutenant Brando, brave commando. We hardly know you rolling in one scene. Sheriff Charles, you're a marvel. You're better when you don't do anything.
sunrise how can this be. so full of hope and ambiguity. cos I've got mine and maybe. you've got yours. i've been down, yeah. i've been down before. mostly because I fell out of love.
summer mourning, I resolved to slip away. there is nothing, there is no one who would have a word to say. I venture off down some suburban London lane.
You and I in the room with the balcony. You lie on the bed while I stare at the sea. I stare at the sea, oh such reveries. . We're riding the ponies in Mexico.
Peace has lost its meanin'. Now, we've hit the ceilin'. All is said and all is done. Here goes, start again. . You're better than you think so. Something I hold onto.
Playground, homeland. A countryside to save. Blue skies, airspace. Soldiers to raise. And sacrifice. . Strong armed Christians. Oiled up and fed. Safe as houses.