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We seduce the dark with pain and rapture. Like two ships that pass in the night. You and I, a * and a bashful sailor. Welcome to a sunrise of a dirty mind. . All you love is a lie. You one
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You're so young. And you know so much. Heaven help us all. From the tales you tell. You're so old. And innocent as hell. How I love your questions. You Queen of the New Year. Oh you're so
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Heaven last night. Through a crack in the mirror that fractalized the light. A saint is a sinner, a sinner is a saint. It's all just the cloaks we hide behind, a cartoon in the brain And I say, "All of
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I'm growing seed in a haystack. I give it a splash of green. It's not the sun. It's not the water. There's something more to make me live. And I breed and I can't feel but sap tears when I'm cut
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. And now you're one of us. The wretched. . The hopes and prays. The better days. The far aways. Forget it. . It didn't turn out the way you wanted it to. It didn't turn out the way you wanted it
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One and one-half wandering Jews. Free to wander wherever they choose. Are travelling together. In the Sangre de Cristo. The Blood of Christ Mountains. Of New Mexico. On the last leg of the
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what they need like sisters and. Brothers. Met in a church a night to remember. Robbing the graves of bodies. Dismembered. He watched the lesbian talk she kissed and. Groped but mostly talked in
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Here comes the morning how it pleases. It always brings me something new. Its golden light will wash away the dust of yesterday. If I try it may let me forget you. . And when these winter days
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you. Sunrise on the corner of. Sunset and Alvarado. I think what the hell do I do now. Watch the day disintegrate. So I can stay up late and wait. See this watch she gave me?. Well it still ticks
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sometimes everything seems awkward and large. imagine a Wednesday evening in march. future and past at the same time. I make use of the night start drinking a lot. although not ideal for now it's all
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Back through the years. I go wonderin once again. Back to the seasons of my youth. I recall a box of rags that someone gave us. And how my momma put the rags to use. There were rags of many
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them talk. I hear they say. Expect the final blast. Walk down Portobello road to the sound of reggae. I'm alive. . I'm alive and vivo muito vivo, vivo, vivo. Feel the sound of music banging in my
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known. A couple of light years ago. Heading straight for a fall. . Well we both know what memories can bring. They bring diamonds and rust. Yes we both know what memories can bring. They bring
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Paint a moustache on the Mona Lisa. Ride a Harley through the heart of danger. Pick up a pen and fight a war for the right to dream. I was seventeen. . Give up my house. Sleep for nights on
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Paint a moustache on the Mona Lisa. Ride a Harley through the heart of danger. Pick up a pen and fight a war for the right to dream. I was seventeen. . Give up my house. Sleep for nights on
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. I'll be gone when the morning comes. When the night is over. Like a bat out of hell I'll be gone gone gone. Like a bat out of hell I'll be gone when the morning comes. But when the day is done. And
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Everywhere I'm turning. Nothing seems complete. I stand up and I'm searching. For the better part of me. I hang my head from sorrow. Slave to humanity. I wear it on my shoulders. Gotta find
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Harvester of eyes, that's me. And I see all there is to see. When I look inside your head. Right up front to the back of your skull. . Well that's my sign that you are dead. My list for you
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through these times. . So I pray. . Bring me joy, bring me peace. Bring the chance to be free. Bring me anything that brings You glory. And I know there'll be days. When this life brings me pain
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devils cry. . So these days. My life has changed. And I'll be fine. But she just sits and counts the hours. Searching for her crime. . So what's the use of pressing palms. If you wont keep such
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(George Michael). Close friend of mine as a child fell into a slumber. No sign of life since '75. Then one day he just, what do you know. I guess God just called his number. He called me up he
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(George Michael). Close friend of mine as a child fell into a slumber. No sign of life since '75. Then one day he just, what do you know. I guess God just called his number. He called me up he
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She's got a way about her. I don't know what it is. But I know that I can't live without her. She's got a way of pleasin'. I don't know what it is. But there doesn't have to be a reason anyway
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She's got a way about her. I don't know what it is. But I know that I can't live without her. She's got a way of pleasin'. I don't know what it is. But there doesn't have to be a reason anyway
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She's got a way about her. I don't know what it is. But I know that I can't live without her. She's got a way of pleasin'. I don't know what it is. But there doesn't have to be a reason anyway
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Don't try to find the answer. When there ain't no question here. Brother let your heart be wounded. And give no mercy to your fear Adam and Eve live down the street from me. Babylon is every town
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It's a lonely picture. Of an empty glass. It's a still life study. Of a drunken ass. And he howls at the moon. Hoping the sun don't come up too fast. . Chorus #1. I'm all alone in the dark
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Well High School seemed like such a blur,. I didn't have much interest in sports or school elections. And in class I dreamed all day, 'bout a rock 'n' roll weekend. . And the girl in the front of
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An empty house. Is the only thing standin'. Between our lives. And the speed of sound. . Some words flew out. And made a crash landin'. No love survived. Not a trace could be found
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Well I don't feel as if I know you. You take up all my time. The days are long and the nights will throw you away. Cause the sun won't shine. . Nobody ever mentions the weather to make or break
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the truth we've all seen better days. Don't need no fast buck lame duck profits for fun. Quick trick plans, take the money and run. We need long term, slow burn, getting it done. And some straight
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came. Across the rocky mountains all in. Search of better days. But paradise took you out and left the bill. . You were the healer without the thrill. You were the ecstasy without the pill. . Oh
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. But no we can't be friends. And even though I know your heart is breaking. This has to end. And come to think of it the blame for all of this. Simply falls on me. For wanting something more to life
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(mick ralphs/ian hunter). . Know that I grow my hair just to scare the teacher. My goodness gracious me ain't little johnny a creature. And I lost count of the times when I never bathed. I'm one
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iiiiii,). . This cat named mickey came from out of town. He been spreadin this new dance all around. And in just a matter of a few days. This dance became the new teen craze. . The people see him
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Mountains all in search of better days. But paradise took you out and left the bill. You were the healer without the thrill. You were the ecstasy without the pill Woh, who's gonna save your soul?. Who's