| 9403 |
Good vibrations and our imaginations, can't go on indefinitely. |
Mamas and Papas, |
Creeque Alley |
| 9404 |
Goods gone bad, but right is wrong, and I don't know which side I'm on lately. |
The Kinks, |
Get Up |
| 9405 |
Grey would be the color, if I had a heart. |
Nine Inch Nails, |
Something I Can Never Have |
| 9406 |
Happiness is a side effect of doing something that has nothing to do with it. |
Bootsy Collins, |
Toxic Waste |
| 9407 |
Happiness is a warm gun, bang bang, shoot shoot. |
The Beatles, |
Happiness Is A Warm Gun |
| 9408 |
Happy and free inside a world of misery. |
Limp Bizkit, |
This Could Be The One |
| 9409 |
Hate builds up from the childhood when your world was a slum, but you haven't got the right to blow it to kingdom come. |
The Kinks, |
Killer's Eyes |
| 9410 |
Hate is just constant inflammation, a fire that's built on fear and frustration. |
Reo Speedwagon, |
Love To Hate |
| 9411 |
Hate, I'm your hate. I'm your hate when you want love. |
Metallica, |
Sad But True |
| 9412 |
Have I been wrong? Have I been wise to shut my eyes? |
Natalie Merchant, |
Carnival |
| 9413 |
He don't wanna change, what don't need to change. |
Tom Petty, |
Last DJ |
| 9414 |
He goes along just like a water lily, gentle on the surface of his thoughts his body floats. Unweighed down by passion or intensity, yet unaware of the depth upon which he coasts. |
Fiona Apple, |
Pale September |
| 9415 |
He wants his home and security, he wants to live like a sailor at sea. |
Bob Seger, |
Beautiful Loser |
| 9416 |
He who has ears, let him hear. And he who has sight, let him see. He who has life, let him be. |
NAS, |
God Love Us |
| 9417 |
Heaven's not beyond the clouds, it's just beyond the fear. No, heaven's not beyond the clouds, it's just for us to find it here. |
Garth Brooks, |
Belleua Wood |
| 9418 |
Her soul slides away, but don't look back in anger, I hear you say. |
Oasis, |
Don't Look Back In Anger |
| 9419 |
Hey, I'm your life, I'm the one who takes you there. |
Metallica, |
Sad But True |
| 9420 |
Hills of forest green where the mountains touch the sky, a dream come true, I'll live there til I die. |
Don McLean, |
Castles In The Air |
| 9421 |
His brain has been mismanaged with great skill, all he believes are his eyes. |
Bob Dylan, |
License To Kill |
| 9422 |
His thoughts like a hundred moths trapped in a lampshade somewhere within, their winds backing and burning on through endless nights. |
Rage Against The Machine, |
Born Of A Broken Man |