august 8th

inchis pentru renovare.

since every pleasure's got an edge of pain
pay for my ticket and don't complain

rerun:july morning

there's no sex in your violence.

in the end we must all die alone

like the train that derails without warning
I must leave what I left far behind

burning black holes in dark memories

gonna rise up
find my direction magnetically

 turning mistakes into gold

hard to admit defeat

when I look back upon my life
it's always with a sense of shame
I've always been the one to blame
for everything I long to do
no matter when or where or who
has one thing in common too

 it's a sin
 it's a sin

the thrill is gone

a murit b.b. king

We're on a TWA to the promised land
Every woman, child and man
Gets a Cadillac and a great big diamond ring
Don't you know you're ridin' with King