Once a long time ago they lived. somewhere.... I'm drawing back the dark. curtain of time,. over the land ancient and lost,. forgotten in immense depths of ages,.
The Emperor makes his rounds, Master of all Cats. Fat in the Midwest, Emperor rolls his little balls -- Catland. Says hi to his pal Walter, for all that smoking in the backyard.
I was born in this town. live here my whole life. probably come to die in this town. live here my whole life. never anything to do in this town. live here my whole life.
Saw something go wrong today when along, when a car went by. Grey car blew up today when along, when a car went by. Never thought it really happened that way.
You know I been thinkin'. Lord, about the hard sides of rock 'n' roll. They say you can't make no money. Ooh, unless you're the Rolling Stones. . I put a chip on my shoulder.
Five a.m.. Well I ride my bike. Down your street. Oh, in the cold and light. My head's feelin' dizzy. But it suits the shape I'm in. Well I made a proposition but I'm always givin' in.
Got an Angel on the stairs. As if you'd even care. When the lights are up. And the sun had nearly gone down. . Did you see him on the street?. Did you pass him at your feet?.
Es ist die Welt, sie zu vergessen. blanke Rede, mein Ermessen. Sieh dich um und siebe Knochen. reiss' sie raus in nur acht Wochen. . Will sie sieben, nichts geblieben.
I know a little place in Carolina. It's open year round. But only after dark, so. Bring your gal and bring your wine. Unwind from your day. Gee, don't you know.
In the beauty of the endless, crimson sunrise. That makes me feel so warm. I am drowning my sorrow and my pain. But I'm feeling the season now change.
Remember that 65 Mustang. That I bought in 74. I used to like to take you driving. And get lost on those old dirt roads. We'd pull off on the side. And then I'd hold you tight.
First Verse :. the order of the day is to have something for people to talk about. you aint got nothing , then you are nothing. there is no wisdom in the truth if when it all boils down.
It's been, it's been, it's been, it's been. su su su such a long tome, long time, long lime. since anybody touched me, touched me, touched me. the way that you touch me.
Today I got my call from Ketchum Idaho. From Hemingway and railways and whiskey wine and snow. But if you've never been in pain before then I guess, you wouldn't know.
She plays "Wipeout" on the drums. The squirrels and the birds come. Gather around to sing the guitar. Oh I...Have you got nothing to say?. . When all words fail, she speaks.
Ran out of time, running my mouth. Ran up a tab and all the way from Kalamazoo. And on my way back home. I was surely stoned, now I'm sober in my yard.
"AL-RYGHT U BAG UV BONES,. I TIRED UV PLAYIN WITH U,. I WILL TEAR U LIMB FRUM LIMB WITH BEARHANDS,. I AWAIT U,. CUM 2 ME U COWARD!!!". . I pull out pain like rain u knoe im still da same.
Nimvuga ko aribyo ntekereje. Uvuge ko aribyo bikwiye. BEN B. . Uravuka ukaba mubi ukiri muto. Ntunarambe ugapfa ugikenewe. Byabaye twiberagaho mumutuzo.
The voices die in the distance. The crying is faint. The same fate overtakes them. The sound rings in the midst. . Better days will lie in wait. So I'll endure this till you take me away.
Suddenly you made me see. How much you really mean to me. Physical. This is physical. Physical. I don't wanna talk about it. Physical. This is physical.