Modernizar o passado E uma evolucao musical Cade as notas que estavam aqui? Nao presciso delas! Basta deixar tudo soando bem aos ouvidos O medo da origem
Translation: Juannika. Monólogo.
Translation: Silvio Rodríguez. Monólogo.
: Favor, no se molesten, que pronto me estoy yendo; no vine a perturbarles y menos a ofenderlos. Vi luz en las ventanas y oi voces cantando y, sin querer
the stage It's my SNL monologue La la, La la la la la This is my SNL monologue La la, La la la la la That was my SNL monologue
You know, you know sometimes, sometimes people say to me, "Rose, when's the first time you ever heard the blues?" And u know what i tell 'em? "The day
It's very good to be home... It feels real good to be home... And, and, uh, and you're my family... Thank you for coming... I, uh, I didn't mean... I
Favor, no se molesten, que pronto me estoy yendo; no vine a perturbarles y menos a ofenderlos. Vi luz en las ventanas y oi voces cantando y, sin
the two way monologues that speak your mind We're talking two way monologues with words that rhyme Start the two way monologues that speak your mind We're talking two way monologues
it's almost three a.m. and I should be asleep but instead I lie awake in = my room and my head still hurts from the night before last my only = solace
I want to be a spiritual person. I want to have a code of ethics. I want to have morals to live by, Fire to light the accord of my life. Take a break
Kissing a strange hand my city-like street lamps fade On the edge of an answer your way lust beginnings are made Lover forgive me, my guilt is my only
Hang over me the drape Of superfluous Horror Aside Nocturnal trapping Wallow in my Art Crying and dying My sexual ecstasy The crimson stream That flows
New insights feed my pain Which way to go this day Now I know there is another way This place is killing me And through I must be leaving It seems to
[PART 1] [Sweet Lavender] Sense the purity of your own mind child such an innocence not yet caught by judging eyes don't touch me little seed 'cause
We've got you in this fuckin' movie to exterminate all the lunitics all at once with a filetering system of God. We're the psyco-semantic police, you
Valjean What have I done? Sweet Jesus, what have I done? Become a thief in the night Become a dog on the run And have I fallen so far And is the hour
