Isabel, se quedó sin comer. Quizás él le dejó un papel. Escrito con sangre. Para que ella lea cuando sea grande. . Cuentan que una vez en el tren. Quiso él volver a Isabel.
In the year of our Lord, eighteen hundred and six. We set sail from the fair Cobh of Cork. We were bound far away with a cargo of bricks. For the fine city hall of New York.
I'll tell me ma, when I get home. The boys won't leave the girls alone. Pulled me hair, stolen me comb. But that's alright, till I go home. . She is handsome, she is pretty.
Reached into my pocket. Felt around and found I had it all along. The keys to another time and place. Already gone. And I could not admit at the time.
Is he treating you good. Is he treating you kind. Does he wait at your door step. Give you all his time. Is he close the way you want him. Or is he walking behind.
Let's drink to Isabella. In a room full of repairs. Covering the bruises and scratches. From the wild and restless years. By the time those glasses reach our lips.
I've been waiting long, hard and still. Dark as a cold heart within my cell. Fifteen years for talking loud and taking grip But squeezing hard I saw the fall pass by this doorstep.
Let's take the time to cry. Give you something better for your mind. Oh man this sun is burning up my head. I remember when you were like a lovely song.
If I find another way to save you all this pain. I wouldn't take that evening train,. Or tell you it's goodbye again.. But it would be so wrong of me to stay..
Get off me, get off of me I got a bone to pick with you. The night is just starting. I've got nothing left to lose. Tarnish each memory with a passive turn a phrase.
Youll never hear the end of this. Youll never see the likes of me. And everything that I expected. Isnt what I thought itd be. . If I had the time to stop and think.
Please skip the introduction. We need no explanation. Strung out by make believe, reality made by tv. If it can't be bought with bare skin. We'll find a way to cash in.
Now it's come to talking I don't have much to say,. It wouldn't come out right, and so I'll leave it out, oh it's best that way. And I want to get out now 'cause I need just a couple of drinks..
Nace una flor, todos los días sale el sol. De vez en cuando escuchas aquella voz. Cómo de pan, gustosa de cantar. En los aleros de mi mente con las chicharras.
I'm not going roses again. I've gotta detox and hang with my friends. And I'm writing an essay due. And its something that i don't wanna do. And its something that i don't wanna do.
Then I looked into her young eyes. From eighty years she looks back. Into my young eyes. And she is gone. To where?. Where has her soul gone?. Body found yes.
Sorry then bird flight. Passes across my window. Sorry then dog crouches. Under the still sun. Sorry then moi je. Regrette tout ce que. J'ai fait. O le soleil se couche I.
Circles within circles. We ride through them all. Circles within circles. "In the midst of the Southern regions...". There a man rests and weeps. This year, next year,.
"Bounce the Ball still. Softly round it on all sides.. The Goal is in each Kits Eye. The Ball fixs each eye open:. It roles to each paws love;. Bounced home, where it hides.".
Adam stands on docetic mountain. The woman's face is full of stars. In the words of the book. And with the lips of the book. And the trumpet and the seal.