[Chamillionaire]. I might pull my ice out even when all the lights-out. Ice white as the white house or bright as a light house. Ask the governor of Galveston and he gon' tell ya, we ball.
And now for a message from... (ChamillitaryMayne) Yours truly. Haha. Why it sound like he saying my name. Y-Yeah, Chamilli, Chamilli, Chamilli, Chamilli. Im yuling on them like soulja boy, bombing on em like ice-t. So you better do the right thing like a throwed back spike lee. Lets Get it..
Out of tune boys, out of tune boys. Signposts to the sun. Single file boys, single file boys. Signposts to the sun. High as you can go. Lennon to Munroe.
Feel myself falling to the ground. Solitary silence there's no sound. Open my eyes and look around. Colors and concepts that confound all around. . Pick myself up and take the air.
As she parts her greying hair. Voices on the stair. When she turns there's something there.. Like a nightmare from the past. To the sound of splintered glass.
When they finally claim you. All matter will cease, all dreams will expire. And with a dead angel's touch. And the loss of myself. The vapour will fade.
Chagrined, I lie ensconced between the dreaming and the dead. Let my eyes perceive degrees and not directions. For the sanguine expectations that embellished prior years.
Immutable, in mists of gold beyond this Acheron. How grandiose the touch will be when each caress is gone. How bitter rests bereavement on the souls of those bereaved.
A mighty and unprecedented thought. A vagrant memory from wilderness. Where the civil and the servant are sought. And tracing living death is frivolous.
A herd of wild horses, a stampede of cows. The sheriff's department with a pack of bloodhounds. Ain't ever gonna move me away from your side. I'm off and running, I'll be here forever now.
You lost your focus, but I got a plan for it. With a secret ingredient. And you are infinitely invited. . Just leave alone the Geminis. Two of them and four of eyes.
Ain't No More Cane On This Brazos. Chad Mitchell Trio. Album: "Singing Our Minds". . Ain't no more cane on this Brazos by the buoy.. Oh, oh, oh.. Well, we done ground it all to molasses..
Computer man says it's the end of time. December 31st, 1999. People buying up army surplus things. Afraid of what the new year will bring. . I live back in the woods, you see.
Computer man says it's the end of time. December 31st, 1999. People buying up army surplus things. Afraid of what the new year will bring. . I live back in the woods, you see.
Arise and sing. Arise and sing. Arise and sing. Let our praises rise from within, to the King of Kings. . Clap your hands all His people,. Shout unto God with a voice of triumph.
Duet with Peter Cetera. Well, here we are again. I guess it must be fate. We've tried it on our own. But deep inside we've known. We'd be back to set things straight.
Away in a manger, no crib for a bed. The little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head. The stars in the sky looked down where He lay. The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay.
Angels we have heard on high. Sweetly singing o'er the plains. And the mountains in reply. Echoing their joyous strains. . Gloria, in excelsius Deo. Gloria, in excelsius Deo.
Mi glywaf dyner lais. . Yn galw arnaf i. I ddod a golchi meiau. Yn afon Calfari. . Arglwydd dyma fi. ar dy alwad di. Canna fenaid yn y gwaed. A gaed ar galfari.