Тексты песен «Richard Shindell»

Solo le pido a Dios Que el dolor no me sea indiferente Que la reseca muerte no me encuentre Vacio y solo sin haber hecho lo suficiente Solo le pido a Dios Que el injusto no me sea indiferente Que no me abofeteen la...

I'm going away to leave you, love I'm going away for a while But I'll return to you sometime If I go ten thousand miles CHORUS The storms are on the ocean And the heavens may cease to be This world may lose its...

Come all you Texas Rangers, wherever you may be, F C Bb C I'll tell you of some trouble that happened unto me. Bb F My name is nothing extra, so that I will not tell, Bb C F Ab Bb C But here's to all good rangers, I'm...

My name is Mary Magdalen I come from Palestine Please excuse these rags I'm in But I've fallen on hard times But long ago I had my work When I was in my prime But I gave it up, and all for love It was his career or mine...

I am a courier Crawling in the dirt Toward the front line As the crow flies A note stashed in my shirt From the Prince of Wales Far above the field With his marshalls And their chain-mail Their banners taut and high

Island life does have its charms The constant sun, the steady breeze Nothing ever happens here Few are those who do not fall beneath the spell It's language is an orphan branch But one that I can understand Its cadence...

I sold my old Camaro I sold my fishing boat A friend said he would cosign On a small commercial loan So I shopped around until I found A rig within my means I put fifteen thousand dollars down On the Kenworth of my...

I saw them standing in the rain Out on 7th Avenue He held her tight, like she might fall If he let go He helped her in, he shut the door Our eyes met in the mirror 'To Englewood, just take it slow' Was all he said...

The beach at Newcomb Hollow The last days of August The other side of low tide The sun is high, the sun is high We're kneeling in the wet sand Stopping up a wall breach Quick, before the next wave Rushes in, rushes in...

The merge from the turnpike was murder, but it's never a cinch It was Friday at five, and no one was giving an inch They squeezed and the edged and they glared Half them clearly impaired by rage or exhaustion The rest...

I been warped by the rain, driven by the snow I'm drunk and dirty, but don't ya know I'm still . . . willin' Drivin' on the road late at night I see my pretty Alice in every head light Alice . . . Dallas Alice And I've...