[Lyrics: Mendoza]. [Music: Mendoza]. . A predator Awaits. His time to be discovered. Just waiting for a prey. The index case. He will spread the death.
As the they stand in ruins of cities. the children play in ashes. knee deep. in our neglect. our bags in overhead compartments. so secure. we walk with the world underneath our feet.
Stop, you're out of control,. Let's end this god forsaken game.. Not a moment to spare,. Your life is going up in flames.. . Bout to self-destruct,. I'm here to save you from your pain..
Atlanta Special 6:03 Trk 20. Bukka White (Booker T. Washington White). Recorded: 1963 Memphis, Tennessee. Album: Parchman Farm Blues - Roots RTS 33055.
Army Blues 3:06 Trk 17. Bukka White (Booker T. Washington White). Unknown personnel. Recorded: 1963 Memphis, Tennessee. Transcriber: [email protected].
Aberdeen Mississippi 2:33 Trk 9. Bukka White (Booker T. Washington White). Bukka White - vocal & guitar. & Washboard Sam (Robert Brown) - wshbrd.. Recorded: March 7th & 8th 1940 Chicago, Illinois.
Travel long on this dusty road just to find another lost dead end. Whiskey fueled on another load. On this trip there aint no time for games. Kick one back if you cant attack.
For all that I love you, that's how much I hate you. And it hits me like a flick of the switch. You're my perfect angel, but sometimes. All I see is a fuckin' bitch.
Ya no respiran al caer. ha comenzado la guerra. un segundo mas en tu piel. no mueras todava. Como en el cuarto de espejos. no mires a travs de mi. la distorsin es mi perro fiel.
La violencia. vino a tu puerta. a escuchar a tus dientes de perro. a tu puerta. Asesinos. no mas noches serenas. Frente al espejo. una navaja. esa si es tu gran pantalla.
Solo me llevo el traje beige. la carta usada una y otra vez. por el camino te voy a buscar. estas corriendo despus de robar. Y al salir el sol. en mi escoba de plata.
No puedo verte resistir. no habr tregua hasta el final. luces fra, caen tus manos. manchan la pared. Mirndome as solo puedo esperar. Tu cara detrs del fuego.
Know what good you've done. Seems like on just a whim. No one can be on. All sides at once. . Every day something strange. I can't explain happens to me.
All of those wild American bilinguals. Who talk to you in Paris of their lonely lives. School days and last days out there in the Midwest. They climb on their liners to rejoin their wives.
All of those wild american bilinguals. Who talk to you in paris of their lonely lives. School days and last days out there in the midwest. They climb on their liners and rejoin their wives.
There's a kid in a band. Got an axe in his hand. He's been learning all the chords. and he's writing all the words. Today you bought a new face. Tried it on for size.
[Diddy]. You n-ggas paranoid,. I party gettin money. I know Im the sh-t my janitor be getting money. I got a skyscraper, its a hell of a view. got me closer to God, angel wings on my coupe.
Well there goes another day. Now I wonder why. You and I, keep telling lies. . I can't believe that what you say. 'Cause tomorrows lullaby can't pacify.