(Save me from my own hand). Ooooooh, set the controls for the heart of the pelvis. Haven't you heard my name rhymes with Elvis. And one thing I know is this.
Parece que la están llevando. Las hojas no me dejan ver. La llevan vestida de blanco. En cruz las manos sobre el pecho heladoNada queda, sólo su voz. en un disco que nadie oyó.
Las cosas sólo son. Los rayos, los árboles son. Las praderas, los desastres. Son las sombras y el calor. . El mar, la tierra son. Las piedras, los pájaros son.
Siempre me digo voy a irme de casa y no puedo. Siempre la idea de ir al campo, el oeste y un tero, pero. Va pasando el tiempo y no me muevo. Sigo atormentada por el yerro.
Sálvese quien pueda. . Tengo una idea dando vueltas desde hace tiempo. Cómo es posible que el progreso sea tan violento?. Una flor, un árbol, un aroma, los pajaritos.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa. . I won't keep watching you. Dance around in your smoke. And flicker out. You're not the light I used to know.
In the town of Spring Hill, Nova Scotia. Down in the heart of the Cumberland Mine. There's blood on the coal and miners lie. In the roads that never saw sun or sky.
The name of this song is "The Seven Drunken Nights". We're only allowed to sing five of them, so here goes. . Oh, as I went home on Monday night. As drunk as drunk could be.
As I came down through Dublin City. At the hour of twelve at night. Who should I spy but a Spanish lady. Washing her feet by the candlelight. . First she washed them, then she dried them.
Oh my name it is Sam Hall chimney sweep, chimney sweep. Oh my name it is Sam Hall chimney sweep. Oh my name it is Sam Hall and I've robbed both great.
Cluttered apartment with the radio static. She's in love with the art. Hates the man behind. Making love to fill the time like an addict. She's the best writer you've never heard of.
I don't give her flowers. No kisses to blow. When I call her up on a Sunday. She knows the reason for my call. She never waits up for me. She's the kind who understands.
You're right that I should give in. To the tides of an ocean war. Painted like hate within. But it's not me just one of those characters. Go up the sandy ground.
We grew up together. We grew apart in everything we did. I saw in her surprise. But I never dared to try. And see my baby run. We took a hard load. Ten years on the same road.
Out in the garden, amongst the bushes, Michael is crying.. Caught in a spider's web, its broken wings beating, a butterfly dying.. Oh la, la, la, la, la, la, la,.
The skeletons out and every mistake. That you've ever made, that you've ever made. Has found it's way back, back to this place. Where all your mistakes are bound to replay.
I hear something on the roof top, could it be. The snow keeps falling I should be fast asleep. So hard to vision sugarplums when it's cold. And you have no one there to keep you warm.
I've been sellin' my soul for quick remedies. I've got so much left to prove. . I wanna live a life of color like the purple of my eyes. Where beatin' down's not broken just a means to stay alive.
This summer will be different I will move across the town. Promenade above the beach until my face turns brown. With my hands in my pockets and a casual stroll from the town beach to the dock.
A man without a job is a stranger to the seasons. The April rain will soak you like the worst November brings. And we're tired of the excuses and the carefully worded reasons.