Go down. Go down to the edge of town. Watch as the lights go out. It's alright. That you feel slightly out of tune. . You know. You know it's your time to leave.
Put your fingers on my hand. Watch the lines dissolve and bend. It's illusion but it feels more real than anything here. . We can go there if you'd like.
(Scheid/Cohen). . Moving down the lonely road. White lines flicker like a strobe.. Longing for the morning sun.. Will the daylight ever come?. . Bored out of my mind.
Today, the sky was mocking as she spat upon my face. I woke up ten past should've been - here, repentance without grace. Sixteen hundred years ago, a man gave Christ a chance.
It's alright for some but not alright for me. When the one that I'm lovin' slips around. You think it's fine to do things I cannot see. And you're doin' it to me, baby, can't you see.
A Bhuinnen Bhu is mo chr do lu. Is do chnmha snte ar leaca lom'. Is nach dtearn t dth no dolaidh sa tr. Is narbh fhearr leat fon n uisce poill.. D gcuirfe scala f mo dhin.
Cradh croi ar a phsadh is ar buachaill g an tsaoil;. Nr bhfearr dbhta cailn beag dighiil n 'bean agus puntai li?. Oiche mhr shneachta n shiobtha nr dheas a bheith comhr li.
Brian Boru Anniversay 2014. . Brian Boru, one of the greatest and coolest high kings of ireland, will have his 1000 year anniversary on Good Friday in 2014 and we're having a party to cheer him on his way..
Cold, blue eyes, they look through me. Stare those eyes at me. . You must be one of those girls. Who live on the blackstairs. Yes, you must be one of those girls.
irig suas a thogha na bhfear,. Is cuirig pce 'r bharr gach cleith.. Is leagaig sos iad lucht an droch-chro. Agus cuirig dl na Frainc' ar bun.. Agus bhean a' t, cn bhuairt sin ort?.
About three miles up that run down road. There's an old town dump with some fool's gold. And it's waitin' for a bandit's hand to steal. . And what one soul lost I'd always find.
Some are born to wealth and given shelter from the storm. Some were always held and had a fire to keep them warm. Some are born to poverty with no roof above their head.
Ridin' on to El Paso, followin' the rodeo. When she stole my heart under a desert moon. In a bordertown down in Mexico, where all the lonely cowboys go.
There's a dangerous journey. You'll have to take. Be careful what you carry. Be careful what you take. . Blow on blessing wind. Blow on blessing wind.
He sang Honky Tonk Woman and American Pie. Most big city people would rather pass him by. Hes been sleeping on sidewalks under a neon sky. Lonely heart of a rebel has made the boy streetwise.
It was midnight. the midnight tolling. It was midnight. October Thursday. It was Nineteen Nineeteentwentyeight. It was a male or rather a female. He came and the Autumn leaves were falling.