And then he's gone. He's s gone away. Oh far away. And now he's there. Some other place. Far from your face. In a foreign land. He is no way, away.
I heard the bell ring. I wondered who was there. There was an orange sky behind the mountain. Just a silhouette of a horizon. And then I was in the car.
I think. The goal of life is. Make a man feel like a god. I know your angel moves. You. Fell back. Like an injured animal. I watched. The street we were on.
With your reckless wisdom. And your arms baking. With your eyes brittle. And your heart of stone. Well I think I see a weasel. Come climbin' off the floor.
Alone, alone on that mountain. Dear, frozen heart, sinks as stone. Beneath all waters. . Alone on that mountain. Dear, frozen heart, sinks as stone. Beneath all waters.
In the middle of an apple orchard. There's a small boy. Watching bees in the blossoms. In the middle of an apple orchard. There's two boys. Climbing trees.
I got the alehouse blues. I had the jailhouse blues. Little Randy just died. He was a redhead punk. Packed a lot of spunk. They say he never cried. He was pal of mine.
I know the sun will come and go again. The moon and stars will shine. Why should I not notice?. I don't know. Time seems so capsulized. Drifting in an aimless breeze.
Well, king of diamonds. Queen of spades. You played your cards. Your hand's been laid. Well ace of diamonds. King of spades. The prize is mine. You better pay money.
Just a month ago. It was a rainy day. About today. It's a sunny day. The plants begin to grow.
Pack up your bags and hit the road. Get rid of all the shit you own. All you'll need is yourself and a pair of dirty boots. You'd better plan to use. .
(Hannsjoerg Scheid). . Frhling liegt ber der Stadt. In hellem Licht zeigt die Natur was sie zu bieten hat. Voller Farben ein Geheimnis das uns immer begleitet.
Broken arms of quiet stillness tend to cover me. Banished echoes of my soul. Careful polish makes the edges seem much sharper. But the rust inside still makes me cold.
I stare at the cross hanging on my wall.. It's just a memory of days which are behind me. The colours blend though violence of lenses of the recess of my soul.
I can see right through your eyes. Watch the tears evaporate into the night. . She's a shadow at the foot of my bed. Leaving puddles from the tears that she shed.
mi smo protiv ugnjetaca. i njihovih pomagaca. legionara i fasista. ay Carmela. ay Carmela. legionara i fasista. ay Carmela. ay Carmela. . zelja nam je samo jedna.
Autumn leaves are falling 'round us. Time to gather all those many thoughts. Of all the things that might have been. Or gained at such a cost. . For some of us there's endless hoping.