Mama thinks I'm lazy Your daddy runs down my name You said you'd love me Come sunshine or come rain Well I'll hold you to it Julie Don't you fret and
To the father and the son Who never talk, come back home To the husband and the wife Who are both at fault, come back home Forget the past and start
All she ever wanted When the day turned indigo Was to leave her grubby life behind her To the buzzing streets below Tainted passion and temptation Led
Got this endless itch to ride Into the night Fortune cookie says I'm right Kung Fu like Shake your body, Mister Gonna make ya body blister Say hey, hey
He gave to me a silver ring to wear upon my hand But I turned away and he heard me saying "Ohh, he doesn't, he doesn't understand" I don't need riches
Ohh, the hymns of angels Suffer over the stench of the twenty first century Nothing is black or white Or devoid of industry The face of monotony, the
She's a girl, rising from a shell Running to spring It is her time, it is her time Watch her run with ribbons undone She's a rose in a Lily's cloak She
Dudas, indecisas que dan paso a la locura, de este amor, son tantas dudas, que me inundan de tristeza y amargura, decidirse entre mil caras de una luna
It's not the truth I say, it's just a mockery. Don't need to waste my time; you know I really try. You take and never give, it gets so hard to live. I
I was born and raised in the Red Clay Hills of Texas In the land where the grass gets only beer can tall That's where I learned to cuss and fight and
There's a book by an author named Carol S. Pearson from the mid-70s called The Hero Within: Six Archetypes We Live By Even though it's nearly forty years
Broke down at the end of the night Can't seem to get anything right So numb I can't feel things anymore Somehow could feel me letting go I know there
verse You made together forever In a little way today This one is a blessed one Don't you wish they could all be that way There's a diamond in this city
Time's winding down friends. The witching hour is almost upon us. I can't tell you how much I'll miss our night rides together. When I push back from
From the center of nowhere Atop the shoulders of giants Above the creeping fog of disinformation that clouds the American union This is Will 'O the
The night seems so calm, doesn't it? As if time is frozen The city below used to sound like a mechanic motion moving in giant waves Now, it's silent
As I've been cleaning up around here, I've been thinking about the ten plus years I've spent talking to you every night. I've got the original microphone
When I check in to 1410 I know what room I'm really in tonight. Screams from the room coming down the hall Take me back to a place that I can't recall