Hoy en mi ventana brilla el sol Y el corazon Se pone triste contemplando la ciudad Porque te vas. Como cada noche desperte Pensando en ti Y en mi reloj todas las horas vi pasar Porque te vas. Todas las promesas de mi amor se iran contigo. Me olvidaras Me olividaras. Junto a la estacion hoy Ilorare idual que un nino Porque te vas Porque te vas Porque te vas Porque te vas. Bajo la penumbra de un farol Se dormiran Todas las cosas que quedaron por decir Se dormiran. Junto a las manillas de un reloj Esperaran Todas las horas que quedaron por vivir Esperaran Todas las promesas de mi amor se iran contigo Me olvidaras Me olividaras. Junto a la estacion hoy Ilorare idual que un nino Porque te vas Porque te vas Porque te vas Porque te vas.
i mean, skateboarding, motorcycles, classic cars, socal idiot, artist, babe in general, trouble-maker, and the fact that he won't tattoo his left arm b/c he hangs his arm out this window and doesnt want the pigs to pull him over....life just ain't fair for me.
WISH I HAD. THANKS 2006!!!
watching Heavy:The Story of Metal makes me realize: -> i really really love guns n roses -> forget that the only metallica song i like is unforgiven ->
On the shores of Gitchgoomy by the shining big sea water Hiawatha old and greyin' listened to the older prophet listened to lagu And the young men and the women from the land of Ojibways From the land of the Dakotas, from the woodlands and the prairies Stood and listened to the prophet heard lagu tell Hiawatha I have seen he said, a water bigger that the big sea water Broader than the Gitchgoomy, bitter so that none could drink it Salty so that none would use it Hiawatha then spoke to them, stopped all their jeering and their jesting And he spoke to all the people It's true what lagu tells you for I have seen it in a vision I have also seen the water to the East to the land of morning And upon this great water came a strange canoe with pinions Bigger than a grove of pine trees, tallerthan the tallest tree tops And upon this great canoe were sails to carry it swiftly And it carried many people, strange and foreign were these people And white were all their faces and with hair their chins were covered Then, said Hiawatha, I beheld a darker vision Many hundreds came behind them, pushed their way across our prairies In our woodlands rang their axes, in our valleys smoked their cities Our people were all scattered, all forgetful of our councils Left their homelands, going westward wild and woeful And the man with bearded faces, the men with skin so fair With their barking sticks of thunder, drove the remnants of our people Farther westward, westward, westward, then wild, wild, and wilder Grew the West that once was ours
I was so wasted I was a hippie I was a burnout I was a dropout I was out of my head I was a surfer I had a skateboard I was so heavy man, I lived on the strand I was so wasted I was so fucked up I was so messed up I was so screwed up I was out of my head I was so jacked up I was so drunk up I was so knocked out, I was out of my head I was so wasted I was wasted