…past houses, farms & fields Passin′ graves that have no name, freight yards full of old black men And the graveyards of rusted automobiles Good mornin' America, how are you? Don't you know me? I′m your native son! I′m the…

…US. ITS A GIFT, WHAT ITS NOT EASY TO FIND. FIND ME, I AM HARD TO TRACK. BUT ON THE EARTH, I LIKE TO TÄG. SPENDING THE TIME IN BEACH HOUSES, AND ITS LIKE OUR HOUSE OF THIS SIDE, AND PARTIES ARE LIKE BUTTERFLYES AND ANGELWINGS.…

…I'm patient Awaiting here as I watch you go out every night Frustrated You've moved so near I can see all the sweetness in light of your room At the darkness of my noble solitude I feel like going crazy and I'm already…

…The islander slips into hiding And takes to his heels Out of dark Northland The murky house of Sara He whirled out of doors as snow Arrives as smoke in the yard To flee from bad deeds There he had to become someone…

…, take all the rooms. The is no empty house, you have some many spouse, they all have their moves, come and go, depends of the moods.…

…An old cowpoke went riding out one dark and windy day Along the ridge he rested as he went along his way When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw A-plowing through the ragged brush and up the cloudy draw…

…YOURSELF ANY HEMISPHERE. I SIT HERE AT STARBRÚCKS COFFEE HOUSE, YOU DEFENATELY ARE NOT A MOUSE. YOUR SEXUAL APPEAL IS SO STONG, I CANT CONSENTRATE, LETS GO HOME. YOU FEEL LIKE A INNOCENCE OF LIFE, SO PURE OF WHITE AND RED…

…decorating a human, not the house, or giving just the empty promeses. You are just a memory of the old xmas times, in the northern land, where people are just lazy, and dont know how, to have fun. The rhythme of the…

…Divided, we stand in the light of a frozen sun Cursing the gods we have become We steal the fire from a sacred heart And bleed the wine unholy We fall in love with the serpent's song And fear nothing In the nightside…