Every story, tale or memoir. Every saga or romance. Whether true or fabricated. Whether planned or happenstance. . Whether sweeping through the ages. Casting centuries aside.
There's a calm surrender to the rush of day. When the heat of a rolling wind can be turned away. An enchanted moment and it sees me through. It's enough for this restless warrior just to be with you.
Janet Jackson. Miscellaneous. I Know The Truth. . How have I come to this?. How did I slip and fall?. How did I throw half a lifetime away. Without any thought at all?.
Everything is settled, immovable and calm. Nothing that has plagued our lives can ever do us harm. Then the voices railed against us, then the path was steep.
Take me in my dreams recurring. Cheerful as a childhood dance. Into one more taste of freedom. One more longing backward glance. . In the sway of somber music.
Overwear, underwear, anytime, anywhere. Overwear, underwear, anytime, anywhere. . Now I believe in lookin' like my time on earth is cookin'. Whether polka dotted, striped or even checked.
Like father, like son. Like father, like son. Like father, like son. Don't come on so cocksure boy, you can't escape your genes. No point in feeling purer boy, your background intervenes.
How have I come to this?. How did I slip and fall?. How did I throw half a lifetime away. Without any thought at all?. . This should've been my time. It's over, it never began.
I grew up in your hometown, at least began to grow. I hadn't got to my first shave before the body blow. Egyptians in the courtyard, my family in chains.
We all lead such elaborate lives. Wild ambitions in our sights. How an affair of the heart survives. Days apart and hurried nights. . Seems quite unbelievable to me.
This is the moment when the gods expect me. To beg for help but I won't even try. I want nothing in the world but myself to protect me. But I won't lie down, roll over and die.
Sad to say our mighty ruler. Is not really in the pink. Hopes could not be minuscular. That he'll come back from the brink. . Not to beat around the bush.
I'm sorry for everything I've said. And for anything I forgot to say too. When things get so complicated. I stumble, at best, muddle through. . I wish that our lives could be simple.
It's so strange he doesn't show me more affection than he needs. Almost formal, too respectful, never takes romantic leads. There are times when I imagine I'm not always on his mind.
Aha, aha.... . From the day we arrive on the planet. And blinking, step into the sun. There's more to be seen than can ever be seen. More to do than can ever be done.
I'm sorry for everything I've said. And for anything I forgot to say too. When things get so complicated. I stumble, at best, muddle through. I wish that our lives could be simple.
We all lead such elaborate lives. Wild ambitions in our sights. How an affair of the heart survives. Days apart and hurried nights. . Seems quite unbelievable to me.
Whoaaa. Yeah yeah yeah. . A few more days we'll be home in glory. Already they'll be getting out the flags. With Memphis high motive dilatory. Still I only see a lot of snags.
Chorus. Overwear, underwear, anytime, anywhere. . Now I believe in looking. Like my time on earth is cooking. Whether polka dotted, striped or even checked.
Like father, like son. Like father, like son. Like father, like son. . Don't come on so cocksure boy, you can't escape your genes. No point in feeling purer boy, your background intervenes.