il tempo, sono io, io che parlo, sono io, io che sono un sentimento un giorno meno spento, un movimento da come e dove rimango rincorrendo il giorno pieno
Standing on the side of the road near the overpass With a sign around his neck that says 'Car wash, free balloons', he's a clown in broad daylight He
When you feel so far away though you're close to everything And the feeling of estrangement's creeping up on spider's legs Even in these days of wonder
Lamb chop placed across the ass crack of the sweet Virgin Mary.
Mary took to running with a travelin' man Left her momma crying with her head in her hands Such a sad case So broken hearted She say, "Momma, I got to
Lord, Mary took to running with a travelin' man Left her momma crying with her head in her hands Such a sad case, so broken hearted She say: Momma, I
I laid my black heart on the table It may just make itself at home Cut short your cord length on the phone Your smoke alarms and barred windows Can't
Mary took to running with a travelin' man Left her momma crying with her head in her hands Such a sad case, so broken hearted She say, ?Momma, got to
Dirty money washed rich Suck me honey, it's a cinch Use your delusions to get ahead I'm not faking a single breath You say these days are made of rust
One thing I would love to do Is talk to someone wish I knew who Sometimes the people who know the least say the most Makes you wonder who you can trust
(Rodney Crowell) Lord, Mary took to running with a travelin' man Left her momma crying with her head in her hands Such a sad case, so broken hearted
We need a shake and therefore demand More than the cold conclusion of reason The only impossible thing is to delimit the impossible The realm of necessity
il mondo visto con gli occhi di un bambino e un grande circo in un giorno pieno si sereno ed e cosi che guardo te con quella stessa intensita e con il
Le luci spente delle due di notte passa un barbone con le scarpe rotte la notte qui non e come a Milano o a Roma, sempre pieno di casino fra quasi
soffrire, senza capire tra addormentarsi e morire. ma che cosa c'e' in fondo a questa notte, quando l'ora del lupo guaisce e il nuovo giorno non arriva
vecchie cose: perche tra i libri schiacciare rose di risa paghe e piene delle spose? E buttar via un'incognita e uno scopo trascurare il giorno dopo