Javert Who is this man? What sort of devil is he? To have me caught in a trap And choose to let me go free? It was his hour at last To put a seal on my
Richard, yeah, boy, come here, let me speak to you What is this scatting and scratching bullshit [Incomprehensible] You ain't washing your own butt, boy
paralyzed by the beauty of those words that so delicately drip from this angel of untamed lust suddenly I fear the end of my solitude once a warrior
Leaving lepidoptera - please, don't touch the display, little boy, aha cute! Moving to the next aisle we have arachnida, the spiders, our.. finest collection
Don't ever leave me Now that you're here Here is where you belong... Everyth... er... And then there were none Hun, you know... I've always
Can I get my glass of tea? mmm, nothing like it! At this time I would like very much to do a folksong. since folksongs, I think are still popular today
Thank you! You know this is, I haven't done a concert, in about six years. and It's oh thank you... but it's very exciting i Must say, but it's also terribly
5 carloads deep, time to go do a show Got a massive crew and we're ready to roll So I grab my gear hop in the whip and ride Premier he's got the fly dope
Sonrisas por delante presiones por detras resistes en la vida sin pensar a donde vas pensando estas palabras en la noche de un bar encontre a un amigo
[Music by Marco Kehren/Deinonychus, Lyrics by Shane Davison/winter 2000] I was the serpent; the fallen lover in this silent night. The crimson tides
[Music by Marco Kehren/Deinonychus Lyrics by Shane Davison] Like thousands of ripples in the ocean, thousands and thousands of ripples Or a ight full
I wonder what he'll think of me I guess he'll call me "the old man" I guess he'll think I can lick Ev'ry other fella's father Well, I can I bet that
Oh why can't I be what you need? A new improved version of me But I'm nothing so good, no, I'm nothing Just bones, a lonely ghost burning down songs
Hello world Suck the life right out of my voice and breathe it back into yourself
How inquisitive, and delighting you've inquired who the hell I am.. Allow me to elucidate, perhaps pontificate Upon the state of my most great and perfect
Polly want a crackerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr [etc.] If you can't do that, don't fuck with me. I'm a yoga! I'm the yoga! I am the source and I
Hey, you gotta be genuine. That's the name of this game. If you're real, you've got nothin' to worry about, but if your synthetics start in the mornin