The day that Jackie jumped the jail. There was a big explosion just as he got off the motorway. And thirty thousand fireworks took the piss out of princes street gardens.
For Oscar Marzaroli 1933 - 1988. . Take me to the place where your heart hurts most. Lead me through the dark world gates down there. Where all the ghosts of sorrow and pain.
He saw her trying on his old clothes. He watched her stretch and pull and tear. He said you're impatient as the wind. . Your laugh is strong and right and scared.
Down in the streets they're walking and kissing. All he sees is the lights in her her eyes. She feels his hand and smells his warm breath. Looking up all she sees is the night sky.
The first thing Sharon I ever learned. Never trust a man with confiidence again. The next thing sharon I'd over heard. The fact he's seeing you again is no coincidence.
I take off my glasses and I pull on my shirt. I call up my friends on my long ,long list. I said I've got a reason just to get to the coast. I'll stand on the streets where all the books were wrote.
It`s a rain dirt town job hurts but it don`t pay. All these calls they`re making me and driving you insane. Don`t you see. Don`t you understand. Waiting for the phone to ring to make me all I am..
It`s good to know how big a life can be. Especially when it falls away so easily. And how hard it is to let you take your leave. Also I wish you all the things that you believe in.
Offered her a roof. The rain had made it shine. Offered her a song. Wasn't really mine. . [Chorus]. I showed her all my things. She offered me belongings.
Way out there in the wilderness. Of love and pain. Under the gentle arches we rode. The silver streets. Couldn`t see a difference between gold or. Wooden cross.
Way out there in the wilderness. Of love and pain. Under the gentle arches we rode. The silver streets. Couldn`t see a difference between gold or. Wooden cross.
I now describe my country. As if to strangers. This train is full of songs. Of local winners. . And the wind surrounds the towers. And the flags they are blowing.
Water. Tiny at first then bigger. And it flowed right down. From the highest hill. And it grew and it joined. The battling burn. And it flowed right through.
Poorly. You`re more than poorly Jimmy. More than that. Worse than that. This is a case of photographs. Smudged and dropped and laughed at. Here`s some things that came in post.
Cold dawn won`t comfort you. Cold coffee. Won`t see you through. Cold sheets. . Won`t heal your heart. Your frozen fingers of your. Name so tarred. I know so rarely.
You're taking down the signs. Now the time has come and the cleansing's coming. You're turning down the lights. In this cruel light symbols mean nothing.
Lily love that's a. Beautiful name. Your precious gifts are not the same. Since they faded away. The song so distant. But it still rings true your. Beautiful hands were rudely used.
I have an old friend. So the story goes. He never calls without saying hello. He`s got a good job. . So the story goes. He says it`s it`s funny to see you look so low.
Here`s the pictures. I promised to send. You see the airbase. Where we were sent. Now the winter. Has started to descend. Your loving son was sent here.
There's no sleep inside. Their dreams are broke and inspired. All the times you try to. Scream. Houses dark indoors. And blinds are pulled and closed.