She said,. "I wanna be the rain, I am a red balloon, I got a book of dates.". She's gonna go away and leave me here tonight. Some worlds last longer then others.
I was born in the jungle. With the sickening smell of cinnamon in the air. I was born in a white hole. And I can't believe the colors here, they stalk on a circle.
I'm a Russian, Jew, American. Impersonating African, Jamaican. What I want to be is an Indian. I'm gonna be a cowboy in the end. . I guess I bought a gun.
[Mind full of lies is a liars mind. We moved ahead but left the truth behind.. They say the truth will set you free,. but they don't know their history..
? in these days of the 20th century, we seem to have many leaders. let us have faith in truth, whomever we believe in, and let us live as one.?. . Brothers and sisters, we are speaking of the true way/path.
Revelations:. And the number of the Beast shall be 666. Born in the sixth month, the sixth day, and the sixth hour, and anyone bearing this mark, shall be known as the AntiChrist.
i want family. didn't know me anymore. who is that something. ?. ?. i want the woman. wander back. ?. i get closer. with each note. i return. CHORUS:.
I'm just sitting here on a rock. Just trying to collect my thoughts.. No one cares 'bout what I say,. So I go on livin' life this way.. . Smoke a pipe listen to tunes..
$10 bill in your packet, $10 bill. What you gonna buy with that greenback ?. What kind of thrill ?. $10 bill in your packet, $10 bill. Tell me where did you get that money ?.
Yeah, fuck all these niggaz. You know what I'm talkin' about Wino, yeah. Two minutes and twenty-one seconds of funk and I ain't no punk. That's right, that's right.
Faith, it looks familiar. The walls, drop a portrait of my past. And the hands of God they cry. As every second of the hour goes by. . And the wheels kept pushing me.
Faith, it looks familiar. The walls, drop a portrait of my past. And the hands of God they cry. As every second of the hour goes by. . And the wheels kept pushing me.
Singing with the windows down. I'm driving down the street. and i hope that i'm the only one. Who doesn't have a/c. 'Cause my voice is often cracking.
(S. Cropper, E. Floyd). Hey, baby, if you need a little lovin', call on me. And if you want some kissin', call on me, baby. No more lonely nights will you be alone.
3rd BASE, DODGER STADIUM. (From the Ry Cooder album, Chavez Ravine [2005]. Sung by Bla Pahinui). . Mister, youre a baseball man, as anyone can plainly see..
three cool cats. three cool cats. parked on the corner in a beat up car. devouring up a liquor candy bar. talking all about how sharp they are. these three cool cats.
I don't know if I care any more.. The silver's hidden under the floor.. It's been there since the Civil War.. Oh I'll be out by 1934.. . Agree when they say yes..
Got no reason for coming to me. In the rain running down, there's no reason. And the same voice coming to me. Like it's all slowin' down and believe me.
15 seconds. . Relaxa, e grude o ouvido na caixa. Escuta a faixa, uma mina e a bomba do Haxa. Pensamentos alm, passa o bong do glen. Ataque Lrico na cara, kamicase rasta zen.