I beg for forgiveness on my bed every night Then I fall again with each waking breath Who is gonna save me from this body of death? A War is raging so deep down inside My flesh and my spirit are like Jekyll and Hyde I read God’s word; my heart burns like a fire ...
and then I decided to put them all together. I think I was afraid to put them all together because we were like, "let's not do these long self-indulgent pieces of music. Let's keep it cool." But once I put these parts together and put these lyrics together, it just kind of made...
Was in bed until 7:47 am. I’d like to say it’s because I was conked out peacefully all night. But that would be inaccurate. Fantasy. The real bit is that I stayed up longer than usual watching the Lions lose, I’m getting older, and the past several weeks have been bumpier tha...
However, this show is kind of a hard sell these days. While many are eager to quote Hugo’s message of hope —“Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise” — as the moral of the show, it can also be boiled down to: Don’t dream of love or you’ll end up a dea...
The wedding bells weren't appealing on the second chime. Playing opening song and I'll (keep it up, keep it up, keep it up.) We'll fly, give out in my inner within, And we're fine, hear me out I'm a miracle man. And I won't say anything, I'll keep a secret 'til I ...
36. Caravan - 'For Girls Who Grow Plump in the Night' (1973) Caravan are the Canterbury Kevin Bacon — virtually everyone in the scene has a connection to the hallowed British band at some point. Lineup shuffling is part of the fun! For their fifth album — which followed the jazzy de...
"Once in a while you get shown the light in the strangest of places / if you look at it right." Giobbi, who is also a confessed Deadhead, said that the lyrics are one of her father’s favorites, "and almost a philosophy for the way he lives and taught my brother and me ...
making ready, preparing for this night. It has practiced walking in the dark, traveling with its eyes closed, feeling its way by memory, by touch by the pull of the moon even as it wanes. So believe me when I tell you this blessing will reach you ...
... night, except when they were left, for odd numbers of minutes, at branch-places, up illimitable flights of steps, or down wells - which was the only variety of those branches - and, early in the morning, were turned out on a swamp, a mile or two from the town they sought. ...
As for what’s going on today — the nature of the lyrics, the gangster rap, and all the violence — it didn’t really start out that way, did it? And if we can inspire the future for our youth, then we’ve made a difference. Because the future is in their hands, and we ...