You lie over there in a bed with iron rails. Like a frightened child in the cold light so frail. And things were going so well, just rolling along. Now, just when you think you've got it made, it's all gone.
Man was a knife expert, kinda Jim Bowie type, swaggerin', blusterin',coon skin, I said "your not serious, right"?. . Then I saw him grab my friend by the hair and I guess I should have prayed as he dragged him round, I said to myself, "There's gonna be some changes made"..
Water. Water. . Some live life with eyes that don't see. They look away at the time of your greatest need. Some talk, some'll just do, some turn their back.
Rollin' and a-tumblin'. Take me to the mountain. Fly closer to the sun. Wailin' and a-rumblin'. I'm movin' not stumblin'. Come, come with me. On my candy mountain.
We all have secret lives. In our secret rooms. Living in our movies. Humming our own tunes. . Living life in camera. When the night is closing dovn. Sliding into darkness.
How happy is the human soul?. Not enslaved by dull control. Left to dream and roam an' play. Shed the guilt of former days. . Walking on the foggy shore.
Here I sit alone at the window. The rain falls down on the glass in the cold. All my life I've been waiting for this moment. It never came, maybe it never will.
I live in a small town . . . deep in LA. About five miles north of where the Lakers play. Everybody here's from someplace else. Working all together just like Santa's elves.
In the morning when I closed my eyes. You were sleeping in paradise. And while the room was growing light. I was holding still with all my might. Oh-- what if it's true.
Running where the boys run free. Burning up the sky. Chasing the angels. . Another restless night. That's when I hear those voices. Calling me to push the edge.
If there was a time to take my hands and cover my eyes. Now, I won't pretend that I feel nothing, sorry again. I reach for another rhyme, I had my reasons to keep it inside.
we are children of lusty hell. we are nightmares you cant dispel. we live for lust before the dust. we live for lust before the dust. we live in the windy shadows.
Pull the ropes up tight and we'll swing above this place. Get high for a while and watch the moon melt. From this roof-top seat we can dance above the town.
These old rusty sails. Still guide my way. Open waters. To the edge of a quiet bay. . When my ship rolls in. On a gentle wave. I see clouds of powder.
Chill down, I'm doing great. Doing well is pretty vague. Single mama I wanna get that number. You look as strong as you did before. . But you know old time, the tired one.
Goodness gracious, Great Wall of China. Goodness sakes, I ain't gonna find ya. God is great, He ain't gonna mind ya. Goodness gracious, .... He's got the balls, got the keys to find ya.
Where do you go when you feel like there's nowhere to go?. When you're crawling to get out of inside yourself. And run for the door. How do you know which way to go?.
We were having a party at my house. Everyone was drinking and being loud. And she came up to me. . "Hey Bo I don't think that I should drive. Do you think it would be alright.
Oh no, it's happening again.. Relationship about to end.. He's felt this many times before,. But he'll ignore it once again.. Once again.. . Oh no, it's happening again..