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as tears go by
And I remember my mother used to sing this to me as a wee child, I'd sit by the window and hum it to myself before I could walk.. . . I always wondered why the man was so sad. . . * It is the evening of the day I … -
license to kill
* Now he worships at an altar of a stagnant pool And when he sees his reflection, he's fulfilled. Oh, man is opposed to fair play, He wants it all and he wants it his way. -Bob Dylan, 1983 -
music of the night
* Whenever I say your name, whenever I call to mind your face Whatever bread's in my mouth, whatever the sweetest wine that I taste Whenever your memory feeds my soul, whatever got broken becomes whole Whenever I… -
mi mundo
I miss Anaheim. Disneyland makes me feel like a little child. It's always good to walk around knowing you have untainted innocence within you, and being aware of it. It's always good to laugh insanely at the playground, … -
i don't know how to love him
* I don't know how to love him. What to do, how to move him. I've been changed, yes really changed. In these past few days, when I've seen myself, I seem like someone else. I don't know how to take th… -
save the last dance
Three versions: * The Drifters! * Ben E. King, of whom I remember Stand By Me. * And Michael Bublé. I love his lazy laidback voice; it's a good thing he's no longer just a singing policeman but rather a croonin… -
i must know
When the future’s architectured By a carnival of idiots on show You’d better lie low If you love me Won’t you let me know? - Coldplay -
to the moon and back
* She's taking time making up the reasons To justify all the hurt inside Guess she knows from the smiles and the look in their eyes Everyone's got a theory about the bitter one They're saying, "Mama never loved her much… -
too much in love to care
oh god i love this song * BETTY When I was a kid, I played on this street I always loved illusion I thought make-believe was truer than life But now it's all confusion Please, can you tell me what's happening? I jus… -
musique
The rare Saturday evening I'm at home. The rare Saturday evening I'm alone at home. Feeling a tad down yet high. I'm not nuts, I am what I am. To have a cathartic session on the piano. And download As Time Goes By and un…
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