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I grew up in South Africa. You probably know this by now. What you probably don't realise, is that unlike the UK and Europe, or the States, South Africa also HAD a very good rail system.
I'm a Hawaiian girl at heart. That's where I met you. I don't understand why we have to be so damn far apart. I wish you would let me know if you've moved. I can't stand guessing what has happened.
Tonight I love the street lamps, That light my way back home. The streets are quiet no one about, not even a soul. I squint my eyes, look at the lights, reminisce being a child.
Yorkshire tea, the way it's meant to be, as an avid tea lover, I would have to agree. I must admit I used to like a pyramid P.G, I was also a bit partial to a round bag Tetley.
Today I was home Sleeping late alone Monday put on hold Every day's recurrent When you're made redundant Everything gets old So I thought of you Lying idle too Waiting by the sea I wished that I was...
Have you ever wish that you could relive a day from that one phase of your life that you cherish so much.
I had you once, I had you twice, Remember when we camped out at the show. Kate scared you to death and you stung your butt when you had to "go".
Or do these dark rainy days bring on terrible bouts of nostalgia. My day started off rather horribly.
They were the days allotted for us. They were the days, all those years ago, when our time stood still, just for the two of us.
Under the stairs was where I found it, tucked away beneath a break in the splintered floorboards, and so clogged with dust I’d swear it could choke; only rationality reminded me otherwise.
A secret door, hidden behind metal chains which are tied so tight around it it is impossible to pull a chain.
The stars glimmered in the dark sky, It was a warm night with a cool breeze that blew upon an open fire.
Beneath the dust of many years,hides your fears,your hopeless tears,. Caught up in the glossy photo-sheet, where your dreams and nightmares meet,.
I found someone Who looks the same Talks the same Moves the same Way we did when to all Intent and purpose We were kids I found a girl Who drinks the same Way you did Before our tracks Our train...
White washed walls and festered sheets, An ancient home, the pattern repeats: I walk the halls, and smell that smell, A stomach-churning I can't quell.
Many things make me smile. The warm breeze on my face. Birdsong in a quiet place. A tasty meal dancing on my tongue. The goodwill of others. Laughter of child and mother. Beautiful landscapes.
In our days, we'd dance under the moon, and pray to god for rain... Run like ants towards the sun, just cause it's warmth made us feel alive.
This rug has been on several floors Our lounge at home, my room in halls Down in town in Western Wales Then Earls Court to near Enfield It's seen off milk and spilled red wine Break-up sex and party...
There's something of the tomboy In your blazer and your corduroys And it's time to settle down after these years You've been running from the wildwood But your favourite toys from childhood We're...
Songs. They remind me of so much... Times gone by; the good, the bad, the funny, the serious. This is why to me, music is a precious necessity of life.
The reason I'm writing these lyrics is because I love the song so much. I only discovered it recently. This is the kids from yesterday by my chemical romance.
Stripe socks. You rock. You make my toes warm. Although the heel is torn. I love you. Even though you use to be blue. Now your brown. Because of the ground. You have been there for me.
Dear grandma, I want you to know that not a day goes by where I don't think about you. I remember all the good times we spent together.
Me and some guys from school, had a band and we tried real hard. Jimmy quite, Jody got married. Shoulda known, we'd never get far. Oh and I look back now. That summer seemed to last forever.