What holy cities are to nomadic tribes - a symbol of race and a bond of union - great books are to the wandering souls of men: they are the Meccas of the mind.
G.E. Woodberry
Gimme Fuel,
Gimme Fire,
Gimme that which I desire,
Turn on...I see red
Adrenaline crash & crash my head
The long and winding road that leads to your door,
Will never disappear,
I've seen that road before It always leads me here,
Leads me to your door.
The wild and windy night the rain washed away,
Hate, lust, soul, rage
You're so full of hate, you're so full of lust
You're so full of soul, you're so full of rage
Spirit of the age
Here comes the voodoo king, here comes a powerful man
My face on every front page, my plans for everyone
Ngày ban đầu quen nhau
Áo em trong màu hoa tím
Màu hoa mà em yêu
Có tên hoa Bằng Lăng tím
Là màu tím của nhớ
Là giọt nắng chiều tím
I need your love so badly, I love you, oh, so madly
But I don't stand a ghost of a chance with you!
I thought at last I'd found you, but other lovers surround you
And "I don't stand a ghost of a chance with you!"
If you'd surrender just for a tender kiss or two
You might discover, that I'm the lover meant for you
A
h,There is nothing I could do that would be fun at all today
I feel just like I’m rotting away
If that’s the case then how about tomorrow we go on a date?
Spring is coming soon, you know
Come back darling
Give me another try
I'll make you satisfied
Don't you know, I need you badly
And I'll give my poor heart gladly
They say, Ruby you're like a dream
Not always what you seem
And though my heart may break when I awake
Let it be so
I only know, Ruby, it's you
This morning under awaking glow
The sun filled our room like December snow
Like morning through an old window
There's a place in your head I will always know
To the same world born two of a kind
We'll correct collegiate mistakes
A shower of formal ideals completely soused
The heart's on our sleeves
As they drowned we could hear them screaming
"Oh, what a tragic way to see our final days."
