Nobody hurts me like you do. Nobody knows me as well as you. I'm staring out into the blue. I'm sorting files of what we knew. My future's lost - My future's torn.
Hello, my love. Been sleeping once again. Rise up sunshine. Its time to wake up. Stop your thinking. Come to be and. Take my hand and. We'll be moving.
Hey Hey Hey. Hey yeah yeah yeah yeah. . I talk too much. my thoughts fly out like silly string. You just wanna shut me up. You think I'm frightening. You dig my body.
Heaven knows. Someday you'll be mine. Heaven knows. a lot more than I. Oh I. keep wasting my. time on the phone. back against the wall. standing on the tips of my toes.
Hurling, the national sport of ireland. Was banned in 1366. As part of an anglo-norman attempt. To crush all gaelic resistance. It failed. Over six hundred years of british repression.
I'm the Boss of the company. And I've got hunger working for me. Listen and you'll begin to understand. I built my profits on stolen land. It's the economics of supply and demand.
From Coca-Cola to TV politics. Cruise missiles to chicken-in-buckets. From words and images to advertising. From Colonel Sanders to cop-car sirens. And now the American Football circus.
But it's shit we don't see it though we watch it on the telly. Every day. We give our heroes license to kill in reality. Just like on TV. And we wish we were in his shoes 'cos he gets all the girls.
Cut and clipped to make you sleek. Whipped and brushed from stall to track. Laden down with heavy pack. Or carrying rider on your back. And finally your neck is broken.
Up behind the bus stop in the toilets of the street. There are traces of a killing on the floor beneath your feet. Mixed in with the piss and beer are bloodstains on the floor.
Up behind the bus stop in the toilets of the street. There are traces of a killing on the floor beneath your feet. Mixed in with the piss and beer are bloodstains on the floor.
Ta, a song about how brilliant and how powerful deviant sexuality is. Up behind the bus stop in the toilets of the street. There are traces of a killing on the floor beneath your feet.
Well since my baby left me. I found a new place to dwell. Down south of Market Street in Homeless Hotel. It feels so lonely baby. It feels so lonely baby.
Your world, my world. Your world, my world. . San Christobal on new year's day. Your world, my world. Sunny beach, L.A. Your world, my world. Blue and coral Kirkstall skies.
Outside the ground at luton town. A crazy opportunist has sprayed upon a wall. A simple proclamation for all to read. "revolution is a better game than football".
Heysel stadium, it's easy to remember. How the game continued despite the disaster. "with all those millions of viewers, we've got to carry on. It would be financial suicide to stop at this point.".
One year later. This queue never moved. I've got well dressed slugs. Crawling over my shoes. And all these bouncers. . Pushing me around. Well, I'll huff and I'll puff.
Good evening, topping nightcast. A possible link between murder and music. . Hey, hey, we're the Junkies. Hey, hey, we're the Junkies. . Sticky pages in Hello, with Hopper as Nero on Rome.
Why settle for what we're shown. When there is so much more. Sometimes the book of law. Is only half the story. Means and ends. Deciding where to draw the line.
Why settle for what we're shown. When there is so much more?. Sometimes the Book of Law. Is only half the story. Means and ends:. Deciding where to draw the line.