E saw miny briddes seten on a tree. He token her flight and flowen away. With ego dixi, have a good day. Many white fedres hath the pye. I may noon more singen, my lippes arn so dry!.
Old love haunts me in the morning. La, da da da da da da da, di. Old love haunts in the evening. When the remnants of pictures come alive. . I told you that I loved you.
When I thought of what the scorpions must have considered me. As I laid amongst them. In a desert night. But they let me alone that time. And uh, I saw the horses swish their tails.
Landed in jail, couldn't pay my bail. Yes sirree, I guess I'm free. On a blacktop roof with a pine cone. Virtuosity, that's jealousy. If I can be free, you won't see me.
I know that the times we've spent together. Weren't always meant to be. The voices outside we heard so clearly. Weren't meant for us to hear. Though it's true I was with you.
Gallivantin' round the universe. Somebody slipped me a gold purse. The lectures are next Friday. Meet you there with a bridegroom. Fortunately you don't have to inform nobody.
You never smoke a cigarette when you are doing something. Only when you are half doing it. You are a teenage runt with a lot of cream, Sparky. Gone floating down a river to Madrid.
Now on the planes. Life ain't the same. On the planes. You can't see. Far beyond me. On the planes. Planes ain't got nowhere to go. So close your eyes.
You took me by the hand. You led me to a private place. I didn't know what time it was I came into. I didn't have to start. It just happened to be one step I took.
Looks like one minute to me. Knock the walls down there for a couple of minutes [pre-music talking]. Just relax folks, just relax. That's right, settle back in your chair.
I need another chance. I need one last chance. I've looked at myself. I don't like what I see. I need another chance. To try to do it right. I can do it right.
Oh Jenny, didn't mean to do you so bad. Oh Jenny, I'd like to give you everything I have. Jenny, didn't mean to do you so bad. Oh Jenny, I love you with all my heart.
When it's gone and you want it so badly. Game of love is a two way street. From above there comes inspiration. Darkest clouds will disappear. . Take it down, put it in your diary.
A orphan child is always looking for a home. A restless spirit with a burning desire to roam. Nobody can hold her too long, she's afraid she just might stay.
Clyde woke up real early while Edna was still asleep. Got dressed and had some coffee, then found his set of keys. He pulled on his levi jacket, he headed for the door.
Old pictures kept in a tattered cardboard box. And after church on Sunday it was a crazy thing to watch. How we'd gather 'round the table like pieces of a puzzle that didn't fit.
c'est encore la nuit des prodigues violons. dans le clapotis de la mer eternelle,. en reversant un paturage etoile d'ou s'enfuirent. les anemos. ...s'en va avec l'eau ta main.