You're back now at the jack-off hour this is DJ, Eazy Dick. On W-Balls, right now, somethin' new by Snoop Doggy Dogg. And this one goes out to the ladies, from all the guys.
You know just the other morning. I was hanging around in my house. I had that new book with pictures of Madonna naked. I was checkin' it out. Just then a friend of mine came through the door.
I can't dance but I feel like dancin'. Not with anyone, only you. You're as true as love can be. You're all that matters to me. . You're all that matters, all that matters.
Hank Williams, he came up, from Montgomery. With a heart full of hard-luck country songs. But Nashville, Tennessee, they didn't Understand him because he did things.
Old timer, Old timer. It's oo late to die young now. Old timer, five and dimer. Trying to find a way to age like wine somehow. . my new stuff is nothing like my old stuff was.
Your fruit was sweet But your poison deadly. Your sorcery complete But it's over now. And I'm cold and trembling, and your venom's still in me. . I know the antidote But I'm afraid to take it.
Ground control, do you read me? Do you recognize. The voice you hear, from forty years ago.. I've been away, lost in space, I bet you thought I died,.
Somwhere in line there's a traitor. No way. And you know that's a sign from pressure from outside. this time around. Coercion, renegades against the wall.
another's life. another's life. another's life is taken. your sescent foresaken. and I don't know why. you can't prioritize. scared, helpless and weak.
the most high. and sacred. a love to die for.. complete commitment. your spark, your fire.. For this i will not,. give in.. Its un-tainted,. this is so sacred, its so sacred.
I see white. Bright flashes of souls of those I know. They are so bright. THey are so controlled. They won't let go. And this vision. It returns when the sky is exposed.
[SPONSOR]. No one adores you. No one rewards you. Nobody hears what you say. It's old faded pictures of you and your sisters. On the first day of school.
red and yellow through this dirty window pane. disturbing your sediments of classic form and thought. wrapped in purposeless veneers of worthless words.
a mother went up to the mountain. she said it was for gold. but all these drums and indians, oh no.. said buddy was a good boy, but just not for me. come on now pack your bags, time to leave.
[eon]. We arrive with the sun smog up in the vintage london fog. I'm fuckin your g after you took her to miniature golf. From the floor of this shitty-ass kitchen.
One of us equals many of us. Disrespect one of us, you'll see plenty of us. Come on, come on, come on, come on. Come on, come on, ahh, yeah. . You want Cage in the flesh, paper wants ink to bless.
Whatever my targets on. I carpet bomb. My man Karthik gone, wrong,. running out of sodom. with a semi lob on.. Smelling rotton, that's a horses head. in your daughters bed.
Maybe there's a light in my soul. Maybe it flickers like a neon sign. Outside an abandoned hotel. Maybe there are things you just can't know. But can you say there are no mysteries.
She steps over shadows the path by the castle. Gold earrings and hair and the moon. Dress like a sail it is billowing past her. She's gone down to the wishing well.