Harry Chapin lyrics
Harry Chapin lyrics
"Greyhound Lyrics"
Lost Flowers Lyrics
Dust particles of th eempty words like left wings of the unvisible birds flowers the storm of the words'n'feelings h's like wind frail and brittle stalks-it's time to pass and die lightnings of feelings the s
Dust particles of th eempty words like left wings of the unvisible birds flowers the storm of the words'n'feelings h's like wind frail and brittle stalks-it's time to pass and die lightnings of feelings the s
It's midnight at the depot
And I drag my bags in line.
Travellin' light, I got to go
But the bus won't be on time.
Everybody's looking half alive.
Later on the bus arrives.
They punch my ticket
I find a seat
And we move out past the lights.
Come on Driver, where's the heat?
It's cold out in the night.
I keep telling to myself that I don't care.
Come tomorrow, I'll be t
Heavy Number One (AKA: Shizzle My Nizzle) Lyrics
Dying in this dead world. Bleeding, pass down the days gone. Surrender is your last acceptance. This fall just broke my hands. Forget wiping the slate, let's just destroy the past. Still alive wit
here. Dying in this dead world. Bleeding, pass down the days gone. Surrender is your last acceptance. This fall just broke my hands. Forget wiping the slate, let's just destroy the past. Still alive wit
Take the Greyhound.
It's a dog of a way to get around.
Take the Greyhound.
It's a dog gone easy way to get you down.
Tired of watching this night go by
So I look across the aisle.
The window's frosted, I can't sleep
But the girl returns my smile.
She reminds me of someone I knew back home.
So I doze. So it goes.
I'm wrinkled on my stool at the rest stop.
The
Fio De Ariane Lyrics
podias ser o cigarro ultra-longo que arde at? queimar os dedos podias ser o ar do ditongo que aquece por dentro os segredos podias ser o baque que esmaga o olhar obsceno que assanhaaitress being cozy with the highway cop.
My coffee's tasting tired.
My eyes roll over dead.
Got to go outside and get the gas out of my head.
Oh, to be in bed.
You got me driving.
I'm on your Greyhound bus and you're driving.
But there's nothing new about Greyhounds.
Nothing new about feeling down.
Nothing new about putting off
Or putting myself on.
Looking to tomorrow is the wa
I should have realized by now that all my life's a ride.
It's time to find some happy times and make myself some friends
I know there ain't no rainbows waiting when this journey ends.
Stepping off this dirty bus first time I understood
It's got to be the going not the getting there that's good
That's a thought for keeping if I could.
It's got to be the going not the getting there that's go
podias ser o cigarro ultra-longo que arde at? queimar os dedos podias ser o ar do ditongo que aquece por dentro os segredos podias ser o baque que esmaga o olhar obsceno que assanha
My coffee's tasting tired.
My eyes roll over dead.
Got to go outside and get the gas out of my head.
Oh, to be in bed.
You got me driving.
I'm on your Greyhound bus and you're driving.
But there's nothing new about Greyhounds.
Nothing new about feeling down.
Nothing new about putting off
Or putting myself on.
Looking to tomorrow is the wa
The Pusher Lyrics
Snow flakes rolling over my ear, goose bumping weather If I'm hungry at 4:30 in the morning, Pink Dot will deliver And I'm oh so tired of you pushing that thorny crown Down onto my head so hard, my knees a
the loser hides Snow flakes rolling over my ear, goose bumping weather If I'm hungry at 4:30 in the morning, Pink Dot will deliver And I'm oh so tired of you pushing that thorny crown Down onto my head so hard, my knees a
I should have realized by now that all my life's a ride.
It's time to find some happy times and make myself some friends
I know there ain't no rainbows waiting when this journey ends.
Stepping off this dirty bus first time I understood
It's got to be the going not the getting there that's good
That's a thought for keeping if I could.
It's got to be the going not the getting there that's go