Oh! list to the strains of a poor irish harper. And scorn not the strings from his poor withered hand;. Oh remember his fingers could once move more sharper.
A Native American grandfather. found his grandson crying after school. and discovered from the sobbing child. that a playgound bully had been cruel. .
In the stony grey soil through hardship and toil,. Roscommon's rough lands they owned me.. Digging potatoes and ploughing the earth,. As my family did long before me..
Two brown eyes. Two brown eyes. Two brown eyes. Are looking out for you. . And arms open wide. Arms open wide. Waiting to close. With you inside. . And tired feet.
When the love that you share. Is enough that need to declare. Once the love song is sung. You tie your love in a knot that will never be undone. . Once a vow is made.
Are you angry with me?. Did I make you feel blue?. Did I do something wrong?. Or is what I didn't do. . Tell me (x3). . Tell me what I can do. . Did I do you wrong?.
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I know nothing of that clock, tick-tock soundscape.. I was along by the beat and stuck in its trance, passing me by.. Passing everything I could have done,.
It's the little signs when he walks away. And you're left there standing on two weak legs. The way he shifts his eyes. And won't connect with yours. It's when you realize.
Oh the things that we are goin' through. Takes a lot to keep myself cool. And what a time for you to walk away. Is that the way you like to play it safe?.
So gone, everything that we once were is a memory. It's only a shell to reminisce in, I miss him. So gone, I'm looking back at what I hoped we'd look like.
Im on a losin streak. And Ive had a few and so did they. Im used and then it made me good. Charisma in a broken way. See how the glitter faded away. Whats in my hearts been rearranged.
What a fine southern man. Down in Tennessee. A good old boy. Eyes in which I dream. And hes awkward as a teen. Beautiful, drawer that I can hang on to.
Just turn the page to twenty-three. Tomorrow be twenty-four. In the morning. A new day. Late at night. It's not the same. It's a mystery. A history. You're gonna live until you die.
Hurried, ha ha. Aw, we've been waitin' twelve seconds. Since February thirty-second. It's been twelve minutes since February. Now the thirty-second. If your next last day of your life.
They say ???. ???. They say you died before. And you're living now. Well I would like to know you. If I can be your friend. They say its not easy to talk to you.
Good night [3x]. ???. ???. McCain. McCain was my name. God is now alive in the world today. God it's so hard. God is still alive. God is now alive in the world today.
Blinka blinka blinka blinka. Do do do it. Do do do it. Do do do it fine. Do it fine. Do it fine. Then you'll agree. That later you'll be here. I'm hoping it's true.
He said show up wearing black or white. I looked at my clothes and it seemed. Ahhh, they were all black. They carried my clothes in coffins. You said yeah, put them in the closet.
This is a death dream. In the daytime. I go to the cemetery buildings. In search of books. And never do I find the right one. I just browse through death books.