Gonna take dancing lessons do the jitterbug rag; Ain't no shortcuts, gonna dress in drag; Only a fool in here would think he's got anything to prove
This wheel shall explode!
goodbye's too good a word, gal; so I'll just say fare thee well
When he died I was hopin' that it wasn't contagious
Won't you descend from the throne, from where you sit?
I'm walking through streets that are dead
For all eternity I think I will remember; That icy wind that's howling in your eye.
Well, the chances are against it and the odds are slim,; That he'll live by the rules that the world makes for him
Shine your light, shine your light on me; Ya know I just couldn't make it by myself.; I'm a little too blind to see
Ain't complaining 'bout what I got; Seen better times, but who has not?
Don't you cry and don't you die and don't you burn
They say you're usin' voodoo, I seen your feet walk by themselves
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,; Should I leave them by your gate,; Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
Build a fire, throw on logs; And listen to it hiss; And let it burn, burn, burn, burn; On a night like this.
When I met you, baby,; You didn't show no visible scars.
Never could learn to drink that blood; And call it wine
I don't need no alibi when I'm spending time with you.; I've heard all of them rumors and you have heard 'em too.
And the dirt of gossip blows into my face,; And the dust of rumors covers me.
Yes, I know now, traps are only set by me; And I do not really need to be; Assured that love is just a four-letter word
I was in a whirlwind, now I'm in some better place.
I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail,; Poisoned in the bushes an' blown out on the trail,; Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn.
We heard the Sermon on the Mount and I knew it was too complex,; It didn't amount to anything more than what the broken glass reflects.
At the corrida we'll sit in the shade; And watch the young torero stand alone.; We'll drink tequila where our grandfathers stayed; When they rode with Villa into Torreon.
She was with Big Jim but she was leanin' to the Jack of Hearts
It's the ways of the flesh to war against the spirit; Twenty-four hours a day you can feel it and you can hear it; Using all the devices under the sun.
But does anyone hear the music they play
Does anyone even try?
No time to suffer or blink; And no time to think
I'm in love with the Ugliest Girl in the World
This time tomorrow I'll know you better; When my memory is not so short.
I still got my voice left, I can take it anywhere I go
She once was a true love of mine
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.
For I know that you know that I know that you know; Something is tearing up your mind.
She's a hypnotist collector
Has the record been breaking,; Did the needle just skip
Now, a very great man once said; That some people rob you with a fountain pen.; It didn't take too long to find out; Just what he was talkin' about.
Roses are red, violets are blue; And time is beginning to crawl
she's true, like ice, like fire
I stood unwound beneath the skies; And clouds unbound by laws.
Truth is an arrow and the gate is narrow that it passes through
It's many a guard; That stands around smilin',; Holdin' his club; Like he was a king.
In order to deal in this game, got to make the queen disappear,; It's done with a flick of the wrist.
I must admit I felt a little uneasy; When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe
Something there is about you that brings back a long forgotten truth
the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming
He looks so truthful, is this how he feels; Trying to peel the moon and expose it
I still can remember the way that you smiled
Ring them bells, for the time that flies,; For the child that cries; When innocence dies.
I can't provide for you no easy answers,; Who are you that I should have to lie?
Time is an ocean but it ends at the shore; You may not see me tomorrow.
Gon' walk on down until I'm right beside the sun; I'm gonna have to put up a barrier to keep myself away from everyone.
In the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed,; Michelangelo indeed could've carved out your features.
People tell me it's a sin; To know and feel too much within.
I see people who are supposed to know better standin' around like furniture.
Now the moon is almost hidden; The stars are beginning to hide; The fortunetelling lady; Has even taken all her things inside
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Put your ear to the train tracks, put your ear to the ground,; You ever feel like you're never alone even when there's nobody else around?; Since the beginning of the universe man's been cursed by trouble.
You will search, babe, At any cost.; But how long, babe, Can you search for what's not lost?
