John Parr - Ghost driver
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Burnin up the highway, chasin shadows in the nightHe was on the road to freedom, passin everything in sight
In the middle of the fast lane, on the wrong side of the road
Slipped her into fifth, and goodbye was all she wrote
Ghost driver, ghost driver in the night
Never saw the warning, of the danger up ahead
He was headin fast to nowhere, with the needle in the red
Saw a blue light in the rear view, sayin stop, but he said no
Then he saw a strange reflection, of a man he used to know
Ghost driver, ghost driver in the night
(Solo)
Heaven is a highway, with the Devil at the wheel
Three hundred crazy horses, in black designer steel
The neon sign said fifty, not a hundred and fifty five
But it really didn t matter, he was learnin how to drive
Ghost driver, ghost driver in the night
He was a ghost driver, ghost driver in the night
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Self vilification
Back-stabbing yourself to get the others attention
Insulting yourself to recieve salvation
Why? From what do you hide
Can t you see that your problem is deep inside
Don t blame others for you violation
And end this self vilification
...
Insulting yourself to recieve salvation
Why? From what do you hide
Can t you see that your problem is deep inside
Don t blame others for you violation
And end this self vilification
...
Ik kan jou niet vergeten
De hond snuffelt onrustig en hij krabt aan elke deur
Zou hij het dan begrijpen of misschien ruikt hij je geur
Alles is nu anders, zelfs de kleur van het behang
Dat komt omdat ik samen met het huis naar jou verlang
Fietsen in de...
Zou hij het dan begrijpen of misschien ruikt hij je geur
Alles is nu anders, zelfs de kleur van het behang
Dat komt omdat ik samen met het huis naar jou verlang
Fietsen in de...
Bezsilność
W koronach drzew włóczę się
Spróchniała kora wcale nie pieści mych stóp
Śpiew wiatru podsyca lęk
I z każdym ruchem braknie mi tchu
Dosięgnąć czubka ich głów
Móc ukraść liściom wolę bo szumią jak chcą
A ja uciekam od słów
Gdy zwiędłych marzeń wyczuwam woń
Chcę wspiąć się jak...
Spróchniała kora wcale nie pieści mych stóp
Śpiew wiatru podsyca lęk
I z każdym ruchem braknie mi tchu
Dosięgnąć czubka ich głów
Móc ukraść liściom wolę bo szumią jak chcą
A ja uciekam od słów
Gdy zwiędłych marzeń wyczuwam woń
Chcę wspiąć się jak...
Look back
As I look back my anger turns to rage
These eyes become the windows to a cage
Peace? When has peace had its page?
Nothing but the same old story
As I look back, it looks me in the face
Once small step means McDonald s in space
To sleep soundly is to know your place
Nothing...
These eyes become the windows to a cage
Peace? When has peace had its page?
Nothing but the same old story
As I look back, it looks me in the face
Once small step means McDonald s in space
To sleep soundly is to know your place
Nothing...
66 Promises
Sixty six promises
Fell from your lips
Sixty six kisses to
Rest on my charred fingertips
And Sixty six lovers
To come till I tell
Sixty six postions to take on this
Well-worn trail
Sixty six magicians
Deliver the goods
Fell from your lips
Sixty six kisses to
Rest on my charred fingertips
And Sixty six lovers
To come till I tell
Sixty six postions to take on this
Well-worn trail
Sixty six magicians
Deliver the goods