could never give the answer though I did my best to find it out. If you?d ask me where I?ve been the last few years I could not tell you. Pieces of dreams
Eh marara i lle llea You are about to embark on a journey You are going to visit monkeys, dolphins And people I look around and all I see are politicians
I haven't time to burn." Said he to me, "Now let me see if I have heard you right. You'd like to go to Morrow and return tomorrow night. You should
you both a tale of love and hope It's a story that you may have heard before Told as mythical lore But this translation is clear Unlike the embellishments that have
to burn." Said he to me, CLERK: Now let me see if I have heard you right You'd like to go to Morrow and return tomorrow night You should have gone
would call it hell, but to me it was heaven God gave me the grace, amazin' ways of living How would you feel if you had to catch your meal? Build a hut
the world I'll make the journey so sublime I know you're not a travelin' girl Mary, you shouldn't let 'em make you mad You hold the best you can And
it's a little late now But I never did worry about that much No shoot I was happy anyhow cause you see As I have journeyed down life's road I have reaped
throw you face flat off the terrace So you can have somethin' to stare at You 'bout to journey into the mind of a psychopath killer Blood spiller, mentality much iller Than you could
yes you'd been in You bought a local paper and some shades The washroom attendant said that you'd freshened up That you'd left but you hadn't paid And
pretend No feedom in the feelin' where you're fearin' the end All good things come to it, walk don't run to it Times you want to end it yourself, don't do it
and scream It calls Leave me alone with me It yearns I'm bleeding from my brain It needs me I'm helpless, trapped behind Its walls Tearing apart my mind It
Yeah Know what I'm sayin' Premo' Tell these niggas about my life know what I mean It's been a crazy, crazy journey for me, know what I mean I spend my
fear As the day would turn to evening she would light a pure white candle And place it in a window bright from where it could be seen As she placed it
'm no longer on the side that takes what it can get What I could tell you now would probably not help you at all I know I should have told you when you
deck And I received a blow that was unkind It turned my cheek to the color of gentian violet I wouldn't say that this journey had quite been the highlight
down the mighty Colorado And as I read about their journey I couldn't help but feel a very similar yearning to Mr. Powell And I wish that I could have been
into Scranton Pennsylvania All those thirty thousand pounds of bananas You know the man who told me about it on the bus As it went up the hill out of