Say, look at this, I've been cleaning out my nest And I found an old book of my poetry Fresh out of school 'cause I was a high school grad Gots to get
Chicken, nice fried chicken Barbecue chicken, won't you send it down the line? Say everyone's talking 'bout chicken Chicken's a popular word But anywhere
Tell me that you've got Everything you want And your bird can sing But you don't get me You don't get me You say you've seen seven wonders And your bird
pajaros negros volando en arrozales, tres mil pajaros negros con bocas de chacales. Tres mil pajaros grises cayeron como iguales, tres mil pajaros
( live peel session 2000 ) If I leave here tomorrow Will you still remember me ? Cause I'm as free as a bird now And this, boy, you'll never change
Out on some borderline Some mark of in between I lay down golden in time And woke up vanishing Sweet bird you are Briefer than a falling star All these
So, what if your heroes changed their minds? And all you thought was right flew out the window And all you based your life on wasn't real So, what if
Like a bird without wings That longs to be flying, Like a motherless child Left lonely and crying. Like a song without words, Like a world without music
I'm not a free lunch box car parked in the seat Dead-end streetcar of desire caught by the tail piece I'm a jiffy pop tarts are bad for your teen-aged
He wears his heart safety-pinned to his backpack His backpack is all that he knows Shot down by strangers whose glances can cripple The heart and devour
And so we've come a long way Too, too long baby, I've got to say And even though we had some fun I'm tellin' you honey, I've got to run Well it seems
I got a blue bird A blue bird on my shoulder I got a blue bird A blue bird on my shoulder I saw her standing Standing by the water She was naked Her
(Seal) from the Clockers soundtrack Brother You can't lose that feeling, You can't give your life away. Like a bird of freedom, You ain't got no dues
the master: i was dreaming in the steam room everything was so clear for a minute and i thought... and the dripping tiles and... and i say i'll confess
Pour faire le portrait d'un oiseau Peindre d'abord une cage avec une porte ouverte peindre ensuite quelque chose de joli quelque chose de simple quelque
She exits her gold chariot One pump at a time Cloaked in her matching pin-striped Arsenal of next month's nows She grazes through the dark Downtown concrete
I would do anything if I could fly Escape into the sky I'm feeling like a bird I would do anything if I could see The world in harmony I'm feeling like