Run along (Angol) — يمضي- ينصرف أو يحاذي
"Run along" in lyrics
Defeat the evil spirits, ICBM
Run along the loop line, you gotta be on the move, it's nothing
Boys and girls remain unparalleled, following the flow of this meaningless worldKurousaP - Senbonzakura (千本桜)
Even the worm was given delight,
And the Cherub stands before God.
Brothers, run along your path[fn] changed the order of the lines slightly here so it would make sense in English[/fn]
Mirthfully, like his heavenly objects fly
Through the magnificent layout of the sky
Rock and roll, sent us insane, I hope someday that we will meet again
You go your way and I'll go my way
No words can save us, this lifestyle made us
Run along like I'm supposed to, be the man I ought to
Rock and roll, sent us insane, I hope someday that we will meet again
Towns’ and cities’ populations up and grow
The workers move to the suburbs
In between I watch and go
I run along side rush hour traffic a prayer for every car
I want the world to stop…Belle & Sebastian - I want the world to stop
(Let me go to the heaven,
The time will decide for us all...)
Nowhere to run along empty subways
And to wait for something from a hopeless destiny,
There is no way back and neither phone calls...
come on baby, come on lets get crazy, get closer to each other little by little, i am all yours under pressure, sing whatever you got to sing and lets go to bed
beach, sea, women and all other extras, i fall down - kiss me, you are so sexy, look how im drowning to show you, cuz you have the lead role in 'Baywatch'
Hey, listen Geri, enough with the suffering already, 9 nights you faded away, 9 days you waited, come on do something, dance..come on, dirty dancing, i want some moves, i want...
thats it, keep going, keep going its well hot, it is my honour to be your colleague, damn how many fans (female) are all over the dancefloor, run along now for i love the summer holidays
and if this isnt a game for millions, 'VIP Brother', you Barbie doll and VIP persons, may i join your group, about me they say that love is a mania
perhaps it is precisely you that i need in the night, yes, precisely me, precisely you i need now
They rise when I arrive in this
“All Hail The Supreme Ice Princess!”
Tell the carriage, hurry up and come and get me
Tell the haters run along you can miss me
Hollywood you can go and A-list me
I like a shot of hard whiskey
They learn to dance the tango
They spend their time in merry company
While their husband is in his office
As mad they run along
From Montmartre to the Bastille (These are well known Paris neighbourhoods)
But when they will have a daughter
Is in firewood famine's grip[fn]There is not enough firewood to heat the house, and the window gets covered by frost[/fn].
Suddenly, a quiver of doubt
Will run along the portiere -
Measuring the silence with your footsteps
You will enter like the fate.
Just a deep emotional state, good ecstasy, no matter the word!
There's no more need to cast love vows
Let's hurry up and run along the wilds of happiness
Northern love is like a swear word
Love is a dirty word, longing sounds more beautifully
Morning darkness, by mother courage
there is only some kind of similar era, farces named surrogate.
Through the window we see heart fields run along us
There are no doctors here, we have our own medicine.
(we are) full of love, full of hate
are someone else's touches from ice
do you kiss sometimes, thats how you do in order
do your tears for us at least
run along your cheek
When you find my characterTanja Savić - When you find my character
Life is one breath outright, merely one quick glance;
it runs the speed of light, we run along in trance
This moment you are here, who knows what will next be
I want to let loose dear, before it's late for me
Let your heart
run along to the rhythm of your song.
Let your heart
run along to the rhythm of your song (6 times).
Everything you want is what I got to give you
You just have to let yourself
Fresh musings have opened up a window in my mind. For this -- I thank you.
In the dark room or the bright world of the nighttime lanterns -- the time will come, believe me.
Yes, time is water, it always was. Thoughts run along the wires in my brain, leaving an unseen shadow.
Yes, time is water, it will flow forever. And only music lives, my dearest beloved.
And a love is all we'll need to stay alive.
Some people passing never look at us
as we run along the chances in the wind
In all the morning I will dress you
In the sunshine on my love.
following my star, following my star.
There is no way to reach people in love.
There are so many who run along and live searching,
who pass rapidly, who keep on going
without looking at their side.
What's her name?
She strides among us with a burning fire.
Her victims endless, piling higher
And I run along with them,
the heaving mass,
fighting anyone to get past
Is your love still like a mission in the night
Do you really wanna run along behind
Trails of gold and silver
Don't you wanna throw your wishes out into the wild
You were running along the boulevard
Run, run, run I'm gonna get you
run, run, run, I can't anymore
run, run, run along the boulevard
run, run, run without looking back
run, run, run I'm gonna get you
They do it for the mentions, but I never trade respect for attention
Y'all don't hear me, demons near me, yes I'm on my own
100 songs that sound alike, you better get out yo comfort zone
Run along until I'm gone from an unsolved crime
Don't act surprised, yo state of mind gon change when I get a try, that's why I
I run along the street,
A moment frozen in the sky,
Time has stopped it's movement.
The rhythm of the heart cut off the air in the throat,
Unavailable subscription and you're not home.
It would be cool, if you would call,
You keep flappin' those gum's like you the boss
You should check your chin, oh no
You don't know what it's like to get your head lumped in but
You keep flappin' those gums but you keep flapping those gums so just run along
'Cause you don't want none
But I'm gonna be strong and pretend I don't care
I'm gonna be strong and stand as tall as I am
Yes, I'm gonna be strong and let you run along
And I take it like a man
From eight, P.M. to fifteen or twenty minutes later, imagine the mails assembled on parade in Lombard Street, where, at that time, was seated the General Post-Office. In what exact strength we mustered I do not remember; but, from the length of each separate _attelage_, we filled the street, though a long one, and though we were drawn up in double file. On _any_ night the spectacle was beautiful. The absolute perfection of all the appointments about the carriages and the harness, and the magnificence of the horses, were what might first have fixed the attention. Every carriage, on every morning in the year, was taken down to an inspector for examination--wheels, axles, linch-pins, pole, glasses, &c., were all critically probed and tested. Every part of every carriage had been cleaned, every horse had been groomed, with as much rigor as if they belonged to a private gentleman; and that part of the spectacle offered itself always. But the night before us is a night of victory; and behold! to the ordinary display, what a heart-shaking addition!--horses, men, carriages--all are dressed in laurels and flowers, oak leaves and ribbons. The guards, who are his majesty's servants, and the coachmen, who are within the privilege of the post-office, wear the royal liveries of course; and as it is summer (for all the _land_ victories were won in summer,) they wear, on this fine evening, these liveries exposed to view, without any covering of upper coats. Such a costume, and the elaborate arrangement of the laurels in their hats, dilated their hearts, by giving to them openly an _official_ connection with the great news, in which already they have the general interest of patriotism. That great national sentiment surmounts and quells all sense of ordinary distinctions. Those passengers who happen to be gentlemen are now hardly to be distinguished as such except by dress. The usual reserve of their manner in speaking to the attendants has on this night melted away. One heart, one pride, one glory, connects every man by the transcendent bond of his English blood. The spectators, who are numerous beyond precedent, express their sympathy with these fervent feelings by continual hurrahs. Every moment are shouted aloud by the post-office servants the great ancestral names of cities known to history through a thousand years,--Lincoln, Winchester, Portsmouth, Gloucester, Oxford, Bristol, Manchester, York, Newcastle, Edinburgh, Perth, Glasgow--expressing the grandeur of the empire by the antiquity of its towns, and the grandeur of the mail establishment by the diffusive radiation of its separate missions. Every moment you hear the thunder of lids locked down upon the mail-bags. That sound to each individual mail is the signal for drawing off, which process is the finest part of the entire spectacle. Then come the horses into play,--horses! can these be horses that (unless powerfully reined in) would bound off with the action and gestures of leopards? What stir!--what sea-like ferment!--what a thundering of wheels, what a trampling of horses!--what farewell cheers--what redoubling peals of brotherly congratulation, connecting the name of the particular mail--"Liverpool for ever!"--with the name of the particular victory--"Badajoz for ever!" or "Salamanca for ever!" The half-slumbering consciousness that, all night long and all the next day--perhaps for even a longer period--many of these mails, like fire racing along a train of gunpowder, will be kindling at every instant new successions of burning joy, has an obscure effect of multiplying the victory itself, by multiplying to the imagination into infinity the stages of its progressive diffusion. A fiery arrow seems to be let loose, which from that moment is destined to travel, almost without intermission, westwards for three hundred miles--northwards for six hundred; and the sympathy of our Lombard Street friends at parting is exalted a hundred fold by a sort of visionary sympathy with the approaching sympathies, yet unborn, which we are going to evoke.
Liberated from the embarrassments of the city, and issuing into the broad uncrowded avenues of the northern suburbs, we begin to enter upon our natural pace of ten miles an hour. In the broad light of the summer evening, the sun, perhaps, only just at the point of setting, we are seen from every story of every house. Heads of every age crowd to the windows--young and old understand the language of our victorious symbols--and rolling volleys of sympathizing cheers run along behind and before our course. The beggar, rearing himself against the wall, forgets his lameness--real or assumed--thinks not of his whining trade, but stands erect, with bold exulting smiles, as we pass him. The victory has healed him, and says--Be thou whole! Women and children, from garrets alike and cellars, look down or look up with loving eyes upon our gay ribbons and our martial laurels--sometimes kiss their hands, sometimes hang out, as signals of affection, pocket handkerchiefs, aprons, dusters, anything that lies ready to their hands. On the London side of Barnet, to which we draw near within a few minutes after nine, observe that private carriage which is approaching us. The weather being so warm, the glasses are all down; and one may read, as on the stage of a theatre, everything that goes on within the carriage. It contains three ladies, one likely to be "mama," and two of seventeen or eighteen, who are probably her daughters. What lovely animation, what beautiful unpremeditated pantomime, explaining to us every syllable that passes, in these ingenuous girls! By the sudden start and raising of the hands, on first discovering our laurelled equipage--by the sudden movement and appeal to the elder lady from both of them--and by the heightened color on their animated countenances, we can almost hear them saying--"See, see! Look at their laurels. Oh, mama! there has been a great battle in Spain; and it has been a great victory." In a moment we are on the point of passing them. We passengers--I on the box, and the two on the roof behind me--raise our hats, the coachman makes his professional salute with the whip; the guard even, though punctilious on the matter of his dignity as an officer under the crown, touches his hat. The ladies move to us, in return, with a winning graciousness of gesture: all smile on each side in a way that nobody could misunderstand, and that nothing short of a grand national sympathy could so instantaneously prompt. Will these ladies say that we are nothing to _them_? Oh, no; they will not say _that_. They cannot deny--they do not deny--that for this night they are our sisters: gentle or simple, scholar or illiterate servant, for twelve hours to come--we on the outside have the honor to be their brothers. Those poor women again, who stop to gaze upon us with delight at the entrance of Barnet, and seem, by their air of weariness, to be returning from labor--do you mean to say that they are washerwomen and char-women? Oh, my poor friend, you are quite mistaken; they are nothing of the kind. I assure you they stand in a higher rank; for this one night they feel themselves by birthright to be daughters of England, and answer to no humbler title.
Every joy, however, even rapturous joy--such is the sad law of earth--may carry with it grief, or fear of grief, to some. Three miles beyond Barnet, we see approaching us another private carriage, nearly repeating the circumstances of the former case. Here, also, the glasses are all down--here, also, is an elderly lady seated; but the two amiable daughters are missing; for the single young person, sitting by the lady's side, seems to be an attendant--so I judge from her dress, and her air of respectful reserve. The lady is in mourning; and her countenance expresses sorrow. At first she does not look up; so that I believe she is not aware of our approach, until she hears the measured beating of our horses' hoofs. Then she raises her eyes to settle them painfully on our triumphal equipage. Our decorations explain the case to her at once; but she beholds them with apparent anxiety, or even with terror. Some time before this, I, finding it difficult to hit a flying mark, when embarrassed by the coachman's person and reins intervening, had given to the guard a _Courier_ evening paper, containing the gazette, for the next carriage that might pass. Accordingly he tossed it in so folded that the huge capitals expressing some such legend as--GLORIOUS VICTORY, might catch the eye at once. To see the paper, however, at all, interpreted as it was by our ensigns of triumph, explained everything; and, if the guard were right in thinking the lady to have received it with a gesture of horror, it could not be doubtful that she had suffered some deep personal affliction in connection with this Spanish war.Thomas De Quincey - The English Mail-Coach
no longer matters, blown away by the wind
The light so bright, you know that the way is close
Made for just you, you run along it, on and on
But behind you awakens the dark forest
And with it the endless night
I finished the last picket of cake fence and now I'm hungry under a cold stare
Of the ever-present hell, studying me like a stupid insect
Look for thrills, count dead ends, run along the looped tunnel, behind every door there will be another door, after light Sunday there will be black Monday.
Lock in your house, calm your shivering, pincushion beat in a chest.
Everything is alright. Your world is perfect. But you are too thin for it anyway.
I ain’t taking care of nobody but my daughter and my mom
Places to go cause I need to build a travel log
I travel while you jake niggas run a blog
Now run along, I got some shit that needs posting
While I’m winnin’ livin’ life, skippin’ grinnin’ on em
All hail King Wizard in the fuckin’ house
Could you help me get through this? All the pain that I live with
Most days I find I’m running from the fact that I miss you
So run along, so run along, so run along, so run alongGeno Cultshit - Run Along
Left off I’m still in the map like enebro
Thinking I left the bare bond
I’ma tell them ones who behind to get back run
You better run along but the fact is
When a champion I’m a love with everyone
Now Ms. Susan A., you're losing
every opportunity to put us all away.
Now run along, my little nightmare, your job is done here.
You've scared them all to death.
If they revive them just sit there.
We'll run along the yellow streets,
Going the wrong way.
We'll rush along the oncoming lane,
We'll run along the yellow streets,
Going the wrong way.
Let them shoot at us... let them shoot at us...
Blessed with the name, how we dress is insane
Ridiculed and pitiful, the rest are just lame
You just talk the talk, pay homage to a fucking Don
You don't walk the walk, so dog you should run along
It's like they ain't used to cash
I'm in the Cayenne, with my man Kool Savas
Can you paint all colours in a wind?
Can you paint all colours in a wind?
Come run along hidden paths between the trees,
and taste sweet wild-berries on your voyage.
Come roll around in all of nature's richness,
Pointed at her head and said the gun was full o' lead
He told the cops, "Back off or honey here's dead"
Deep in his heart, he knew he was wrong
Let the lady go and started to run along
Sirens sounded, he seemed astounded
Before long, the little boy got surrounded
And they don't need to talk, of what
We have known that day on said riverbank (1)
They run along, playful and teasing
I shout to them: "where do you go ?"
Well look at yourself, all these water lilies