If we manage to survive this earthquake, will we ever be the same? I don't know.
"Doing things makes him happy. Creating makes him happy"
People ask the question... what's a RocknRolla? And I tell 'em - it's not about drums, drugs, and hospital drips, oh no. There's more there than that, my friend. We all like a bit of the good life - some the money, some the drugs, other the sex game, the glamour, or the fame. But a RocknRolla, oh, he's different. Why? Because a real RocknRolla wants the fucking lot.
Now I'm a manTurnin' twenty oneI have never known
The like of this, I've been alone
And I have missed thingsBut there was just one more courier flight
And it was leaving in the cold morning light
And that's the one you can be sure that I was onThis was never meant to happen like this
Not that I had, some sort of plan
But I swear it wasn't meant to happen like this Racatumcutumcutucutucutumtum
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RrruntumturumcuncunLady bird I'll treat you good
Aw, lady bird I wish you would.I couldn't take that town to more
A whole world I ain't seen before
So I gave up the gravy
For sweet obscurityDance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely inWhy did summer go so quickly?
Was it something that I said?Now, buy me a drink and I'll tell you all a story
About a bastard who traded in treasure for glory
Well the treasure was true love, the bastard he was me
The Windmills Of Your Mind by Rona Kenan
