But I would walk 500 miles我愿意走过500英里 And I would walk 500 more之后继续走过500英里 Just to be the man只为成为那个 Who walks a thousand miles跨越千山万水 To fall down at your door最后累倒在你家门口的人 When I'm lonely well I know I'm gonna be在我孤独寂寞的时候 我知道...
And I would walk five hundred miles我会走上五百英里 And I would walk five hundred more我会继续前行 Just to be the man who walks a thousand miles只为做一个跨越千山万水的人 And falls down at your door降临在你的门前 Tararata tararata塔塔 Tararata tararata塔塔 Tarararara塔拉拉拉 Tar...
And I would kill 500 more. Just to be the guy to kill 1000 germs for you off your door. Yeah if you’re resting. Well you know I’m gonna be, I’m gonna be the guy that watches over you. And when you’re hungry. Well you know I’m gonna be, I’m gonna be the guy that...
to bring a case of beer to someone camping in the woods in a nearby state, to walk miles just to be yelled at for not going fast enough, or to hold a match while reciting–
Two miles from Avalon, we got off the bus so that we could walk under the eucalyptus trees which line Stagecoach Road. We were on the outskirts of town when I lagged behind (again) to take photos. Scott, Aude and Adrien kept walking as they assumed that I would eventually catch up wit...
“Speak to strangers through spoken song lyrics!” –from Debbie Hayden Aunt Debbie is one of the first people I told about my project and she’s been incredibly supportive of it from the get go. Both she and her daughter, Amy, have been helping me throughout the process and have come...
A little TLC would have gone a long way toward winning me over. He could have simply said to me, “Hey bro. Thanks for the free classes and hikes you led and for paying so far in advance, but costs are increasing dramatically. I’ve gotta make payroll, insurance and rent. In apprec...
Now, while this incident is completely fictional, a few years later in June 1966, there would be an infamous and well-documented mid-air collision resulting in a fatal crash. Anyway, since there's not much in the way of search results for this short story, I just wanted to put it ou...
A tidy stack of mail, small enough to easily fit in one hand while I held the dog’s leash in the other. Usually, embarking on a walk with my dog, I would rifle through the contents of the mailbox with one hand and then leave it there – the mail, not the hand — until I had...
For me, the best performance Friday night was the first one of the evening — Triggertown at The Barley Street Tavern. I love this band, and so did Teresa, who would have been happy to just listen to them all night (She wasn’t happy when we had to leave before their set ended to...