Not a dry eye in the house After love's curtain comes down Listen and you'll hear the sound Hear the sound of a heart breaking I can still see you standing
Well I woke up this morning The place was such a reck I couldn't reach the bathroom Thought I'd better clear the deck I tried to call the lawyer And ask
Late last night I had a dream And she was in it again She and I were in the sky Flyin' hand in hand I woke up in a cold sweat Wishing she was by my side
Each night, they surround me With the lights and the microphones . . . With their bodies and the mile of cable Like a magic ring of bone Every night
It's one of those lazy days I've got nothing to do Let the wind blow around my head Let a cloud be my bed When the blues whomp you up By the side of
Give it up, baby don't you give it won't you - Give it up Wirklich? Geh' schau - Ich hab' soeben g'macht eine - Eintragung, Eintragung ins Gästebuch
? Sospecho que hoy empiezo a ser cancin. Y tengo la impresin de que ser tu sol si logro ser tu canto. Sospecho que hoy empiezo a ser cancin, si seco
A tall drink of water in a cotton dress That Preacher's daughter, she sure is blessed As sunlight passes through the fabric so soft You can imagine, what
How long's a tear take to dry When a woman has no breeze? How long's a tear take to dry When a woman's, when a woman's on her knees? How long's a tear
Buckets of rain, buckets of tears Got all them buckets comin' out of my ears Buckets of moonbeams in my hand You got all the love, honey baby I can stand
Are you a dry kind of one? Do tell me. Show me your tongue And I'll make you healthy. Peppercorn, peppercorn. Peppercorn, peppercorn. I'm very cold
Yes, my bucket's got a hole in it Yes, my bucket's got a hole in it Yes, my bucket's got a hole in it I can't buy no beer Well, I went upon a mountain
(Bob Dylan) Buckets of rain, buckets of tears got all them buckets coming out of my ears Buckets of moonbeams in my hand you got all the love honey
This silver bird takes me 'cross the sky Just one more hour and I?ll be home and dry 'Cross the ocean, way above the clouds I come stealin? Feelin? tired
Never leave me Walk close beside me Your hand my hand Fits so easy No tomorrow Let us stop here We did some great things Didn't we? Dry and dusty I
Jeffrey Dahmer wanted a freeze-dried man So he could do things he enjoyed again and again Jeff said he'd fondle, rub, and lay with his freeze dried man
The roof is leaking rust Disintegrates and dust I shot a man on sunday Now I'm a fugitive on monday Yeah, oh we're In the dry The sheriff on my trail
Thy will be done Here on this highway In every house and field I pray All in meekness yield, aided by want Among stranger people To disgrace so soon