Critic, uncle fucking critic. Critic, uncle fucking critic. Critic, uncle fucking critic. . You're always printing shit about me. You're still five years behind me.
Min olen niin ujo. etten nimeni sano ensitreffeill. Min olen niin ujo. etten viereesi istu ensitreffeill. En kdest pid. En silmiisi katso. En suutele ktt.
We should have waited. We should have waited. It's all around. We should have. . We love to break the season. We use to shake the beehive. To relax and rewind.
I was doing sound at the funeral. She was so remarkably thin. Flinty stock - Granny shoes. Betsy Johnson, 1982. . Open mike at the memorial. Eliot, Joyce and Pound crowd.
Una notte speciale (Alice). Strane donne col ventre offeso. danzano sui tacchi a spillo.. Danzano questa notte. intorno a un fuoco immaginario.. Zingari coperti d'oro.
I've been walking through the ruins. Of my life and times. Seems like everything is sinking. Right in front of my eyes. . I've been asking all the questions.
Everybody knows the truth,. Everybody sees right through.. There's no escaping what you do,. Do to me, do to me.. I swear that you're just sinking in,.
The ego and the id. . Lead vocal: eric stewart. . The time has come the wild one said. When we must all decide. We cannot carry on this way. And so we must divide.
We took the long ride home. I guess just one last trip. To set us back. And tear us apart. I can see those bloodstained sheets. It plays in my dreams and in my head.
[Spoken:]. . Nightmare.. Vivid life like terrifying dreams and call the dreamer of the Dead.. Chased for the light by the unknown during which the dream increases..
One million A.D.. There'll be you there'll be me. Rocky's dead. That's Rocky one thousand and three. . Red stars and stripes. One big team. With little Europe.
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(N.Cuerda/F.Amador). El autobs est esperando. a la rutina del temor. va saturado de colillas. pintado con carbn.. Cuando regresas a ese fondo en grises.
It used to be, but not anymore. Time slipped through my fingers to the floor. It used to be, but not anymore. Tipped my hat and walked through the door.
understand this i. never hoped, never felt dealt. the way i should have been. under the stars of good. . i cannot hope, cannot feel. cannot cope, cannot deal.
1, 2, 3, 4. . She was young. But she liked to act younger than she was. She was dumb. But she liked to act more dumb than she was. For such a young,dumb impetious thing.