Back in my schooldays, acting the fool days. One and one and one is three. And the man said, Hey, come and cut yourself a piece of the big time. Armor-clad forces, riding Trojan horses.
Vozila se šajka, mala barka,. Puna barka mladih devojaka. Barka im je od suvoga zlata. Jadra su im srebrom posrebrena. A kapitan Anica djevojka. . Zibala Jane Pavla detića.
I'm so sorry. . I've been in love before and it let me down. Now I'm all grown up no turning back girl. Like a child's heart a play. you know the things we used to say.
From Derry Quai we sailed away. On the 23rd of May. We were taken on board by a pleasant crew. Bound for Americay. . Fresh water there we did take on.
America..... . After 9/11, the country seemed reborn. Ready to shift from the shallow to the profound. What ever happened to the America that could have been?.
You knew me when I built monsters. Before the days when you bled. You knew me when I surrendered. To the nightmares in my head. . You were just a child.
Washed upon no side. The crock locker drained my eyes. You so fine that you didnt know how. Late like it seemed too much. Spoke like you. Come sea shore.
When it goes off. Well be the last bomb down, down here. My love is wrong. Youll be the ringing in my ear. Steering me right. . When it goes off. Well be the last bomb down, down here.
Once I heard the reason. To fall outside of season. A gentle, gentle coast. Towards the lookout post. On the last day of the year. Im just happy to be here.
In the dark of night. When the last drop of blind youth. Has left you. . You will wake to find. That you have been lied to. You're nothing more. . Than cells, same as the ones that surround you.
Save. Save grace for leap day. No room for tears. Outside this door. . Go. Please daddy I'll show. My Friday night bruises. I will fight this war. . Our home feels like a foreign land.
I praise you for the rivers the mountains and the streams. I praise you for the eagle, the visions and the dreams. I praise all your creations the mountains and the streams.
Garbage fires, worn out tires. Dull jackknives, broken lives. Starts and stops at old pawn shops. Boys first fish, drunkards wish. . Thoughts of war behind a motel door.
Abscondo Sacra In Memoria. Et Purpurea In Tremore Pervigil. "Hei, Viator" Inquam "Dignabere?". . Mara Paltrinieri..
Riposa sul petto di una morbida compagna. crine di viola eletta dolceridente Saffo. posero intorno al petto fiori di loto ed intrecci di collane. io sono vecchio, ascoltami, sei bella.