Lake Garda (Italian: Lago di Garda or Benaco) is the largest lake in Italy. It is located in Northern Italy, about half-way between Brescia and Verona, and between Venice and Milan. Glaciers formed this alpine region at the end of the last Ice Age. The lake and its shoreline are divided between the provinces of Verona (to the southeast), Brescia (southwest), and Trentino (north). Being easily accessible from the north via the Brenner Pass, the lake is a major tourist destination, including a number of exclusive hotels and resorts along its shore.
The northern part of the lake is narrower, surrounded by mountains, the majority of which belong to the Gruppo del Baldo. The shape is typical of a moraine valley, probably having been formed under the action of a Paleolithic glacier. Although traces of the glacier's actions are evident today, in more recent years it has been hypothesized that the glacier occupied a previously existing depression, created by stream erosion 5 to 6 million years ago.
It's A Long Time, A Long Time Comin'
You Tell Me How You Think I Should Be
It's So Easy
You Tell Me What People Want From Me
Well I'll Just Be Myself
It's The Only Way I Can Be But You Don't See
You Accuse, Abuse Integrity
You Don't Know One Damn Thing About Me
Not One Damn Thing
Build Me Up And Then You Tear Me Down
Curse My Name When I'm Not Around
And It's A
Long Time, Long Time
A Long Time Comin'
A Long Time, Long Time
A Long Time Comin', A Vicious Circle
In Your Face I'll Come Runnin'
Try And Stop Me
A Long Time, Much Too Long
And I'm Comin'
Try And Stop Me
I Like To Keep My Friends Around Me Close
But My Enemies Closer
Friends Accept Me For Just Who I Am
Not Someone I'm Supposed To Be
Or Something They Expect For Free
Do You Know Me?
I Live With Myself, I Know My Place
Wipe That Bullshit Smile Off Your Face
The Show Is Over
Build Me Up And Then You Tear Me Down
Curse My Name When I'm Not Around
And It's A
Long Time, Long Time
A Long Time Comin'
A Long Time, Long Time
A Long Time Comin', A Vicious Circle
In Your Face I'll Come Runnin'
Try And Stop Me
A Long Time, Much Too Long
And I'm Comin'
Try And Stop Me
You And Me Are Gonna Take A Walk
I Think It's Time We Had A Little Talk
I Said, You And Me Are Gonna Take A Walk
And We're Gonna Do More Than Walk And Talk
Let Me See How You Think I Should Be
You Think It's So Easy?
Put Yourself On Trial Everyday
Against A Hung Jury
You Don't Know A Thing About Me
You Believe The Hype You See
But In My Heart God Knows I'll Be True
To What My Life Will Bring
And It's A
Long Time, Long Time
A Long Time Comin'
A Long Time, Long Time
A Long Time Comin', A Vicious Circle
In Your Face I'll Come Runnin'
Try And Stop Me
A Long Time, Much Too Long
And I'm Comin'
written by Warren Zevon 1989 Zevon Music Inc./BMI
It's 5:00 P.M. on a weekday, friend
There's one of me and two million of them
The whistle blows and the factories close
There's a million more commuters on the access roads
The brake lights flash--there's an RV crashed
I'm in the passing lane going nowhere fast
The traffic crawls and the engine stalls
I'm stuck on the edge of the urban sprawl
Gridlock
Up ahead
There's a line of cars as far as I can see
Gridlock
Goin' nowhere
Roll down the window, let me scream
Oh yeah, ain't it a shame
We're all jammed up at the interchange
The paramedics and the CHP
Wait impatiently for catastrophes
I'm spending half my days like this
I might as well be working on the midnight shift
The radio's tuned to the traffic news
And everybody's choking on monoxide fumes
Gridlock
Up ahead
There's a line of cars as far as I can see
Gridlock
Goin' nowhere
Roll down the window, let me scream
I can close my eyes and dream
I can close my eyes and dream
I can close my eyes and dream
It's 5:00PM on a weekday, friend
I'm going home but I don't know when
I hate this traffic and I hate this town
Gotta honk my horn, try to get around
I feel like going on a killing spree
Tomorrow I'm going on the RTD
The traffic crawls and the engine stalls
I'm stuck on the edge of the urban sprawl
Gridlock
Up ahead
There's a line of cars as far as I can see
Gridlock
Goin' nowhere
Roll down the window, let me scream
The lyrics are as follows. ".../.../.../..." That's it. It's an
instrumental.
Rise Congregation, rise stand to your feet
Lads zieg hielaluya to your king
fall on your knees like flies
you can't succeed here
apart from everything and nothing that is high
high
Homeless veteran, dying of aids will work for food
subway needles all for free I'm in the mood
do you feel it too? do you feel high?
High
Jesus doesn't come through the cotton
Jesus doesn't come through my vein
Jesus doesn't come through my heart anymore
He says he never knew
my name do you feel the same
when you get
Your lifeless body hangs above the gallows.
Above the greatest fire your life hangs in the balance.
Your audience waits anxiously as the noose tears away at
your neck.
Your spilled blood is measured in gallons as the masses
pierce you with hatred.
I will not give you mercy.
Your exhausted muscles give way to my knife which stands
as great marker of justice.
Your dismembered limbs and mangled remains hang before
you. You will have no proper burial.
Your life will be erased.
Your pain excites the crowd as your motionless flesh
falls to your bloodied feet.
As death comes over your helpless body you begin to
protest and I halt your speech.
I am your executioner.