What's the sensation,. of a bull-fight show ?. For pain and mutilation,. sick people wanna go,. Tradition, so they say,. paid cruelty to me,. Bloodshed, tears fled,.
hey my little friend, it is all up to you. to break down the group-pressure, which is forcing you. life is a raw war that you have to fight. but I believe in you because you're one of a kind.
As you walk from my side. The tears I try to hide. Are running down my cheek. I find it hard to speak. This is our last goodbye. But darling will you please.
Spit out the fire. rage in the air. Disciple of fate. the final hour. HAMMERING METAL INTO YOUR HEADS. Stepping before you. Your hands on my bullet,. Tongue on the flame.
I get the feelin' we've been left in the dark. About mysterious lights in the sky. The magnetic poles start to shift. The world is chargin' at the speed of light.
This is a call to all of those that I've been missin'. This is a call to all of those I used to know. I get so jaded and my blood begins to thicken down so low.
I have seen how the same human souls. Wander through different bodies. Drifting through the centuries. When flesh decayed. . For ages drifting in the wind.
Don't touch the dial, there's static on the radio. We're on a frequency way below. And one day this signals gonna get through to you. We sent it out in 92, yeah, it's long overdue.
Occhi chiusi per non vedere. per non dar peso alla ragione gioco a chiudere. dentro me ogni tuo pensiero. ogni sorriso vero scava in faccia rughe indelebili.
Old pirates, yes, they rob i;. Sold I to the merchant ships,. Minutes after they took i. From the bottomless pit.. But my hand was made strong. By the 'and of the almighty..
(by Bob Marley). . (Do do do do-do do do!. Do do do do-do do do!. I rebel music;. I rebel music.). Why can't we roam (oh-oh-oh-oh) this open country? (open country).
I'm in a spiral of thoughts,. The past, the pain, it all comes back. I see, but now I see more,. Even feel their side of this tale. I realise their faith,.
Rio largo de profundis. Uma neta pra nascer. Amor avenidas novas. Praa de Londres a arder. No quero martelo e rima. Aqui no Largo da Graa. Quero ficar onde estou.
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It was down in a grove off Curlew Creek. Mr. Brown went out on her porch to sweep. Was the Sabbath Day, late July. The day Mrs. Brown was bound to die.
Rain on my face. Tears on the window. Water down the drain. It's all the same. . Pain in the sky. Heart full of thunder. Now I'm under the weather. It's bound to change.
Hello?. Is my daughter there?. She's 15 years old. Blue eyes, blonde hair. She's been away from home 'bout two or three day. To locate Rikk Agnew in California.
Rip it up. . Like Clockwork Orange a bit of twenty on one. Breakin' heads don't sound like much fun. Is that your only way of gettin', of gettin' kicks.
These are the true tales. Glamour kisses. Junk mail. Meltdown glossies. A behind the scenes yard sale. And it's no secret anymore. There's a renegade planet to explore.
When all the love. Has turned to hate. How can we relate. When all the things we say. Are heard another way?. . When all the trust. Has turned to doubt.