Only one of us can ride forever, so you and I cant ride together, can't live or cant die together, all we can do is collide together.

Have you ever been alone at night Thought you heard footsteps behind And turned around and no one's there? And as you quicken up your pace You find it hard to look again Because you're sure there's someone there

I was five and he was six We rode on horses made of sticks He wore black and I wore white He would always win the fight Bang bang, he shot me down Bang bang, I hit the ground Bang bang, that awful sound Bang bang, my baby shot me down...

I want to give you everything I want to give you energy Want to give a good thing To give you everything ..................... Everything, everything Everything, everything Everything, everything...

One of the things you learn after years of dealing with drug people, is that you can turn your back on a person, but never turn your back on a drug.

After this, there is no turning back. You take the blue pill – the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill , and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes

And every time you speak her name Does she know how you told me You'd hold me until you died 'Til you died, but you're still alive And I'm here, to remind you Of the mess you left when you went away It's not fair, to deny me Of the cross I bear that you gave to me You you you...

I,choose to live and to,grow Take and give and to,move Learn and love and to,cry Kill and die and to,be, paranoid and to,lie Hate and fear and to,do What it takes to move thru I,choose to live and to, lie Kill and give and to,die Learn and love and to,do Wht it takes to step thru

We starve, look...at one another, short of breath... Walking proudly in our winter coats... Wearing smells from laboratories... Facing a dying nation...of moving paper fantasy... Listening for the new told lies... With supreme visions of lonely tunes...

Je remue le ciel, le jour, la nuit Je danse avec le vent, la pluie Un peu d'amour, un brin de miel Et je danse, danse, danse... Et dans le bruit, je cours et j'ai peur Est-ce mon tour ? Revient la douleur Dans tout Paris, je m’abandonne Et je m'envole, vole, vole, vole...

Песен еще не написанных... сколько.... Скажи кукушка... пропой! ... В городе мне жить или на выселках... Камнем лежать...или гореть звездой... звездой... Солнце мое... взгляни на меня... Моя ладонь превратилась в кулак И если есть порох...дай огня...вот так

High in the halls of the kings who are gone Jenny would dance with her ghosts The ones she had lost and the ones she had found And the ones who had loved her the most They spun her around on the damp old stones Spun away all her sorrow and pain And she never wanted to leave...

See the mirror in your eyes, See the truth behind the lies, Your lies are haunting me... See the reason in your eyes, Giving answer to the why, Your eyes are haunting me....

Do you remember me? Lost for so long Will you be on the other side? Or will you forget me? I'm dying... praying...bleeding...and screaming Am I too lost to be saved? Am I too lost?

Don't play with me... Don't play with me... 'Cause what goes around, comes around What goes up, must come down....

I'm present when I'm absent, Speakin' when I'm not there...

One day when you reach the end One day you will understand One day back to roots my friend No place like a motherland. :(